I don't know if there's ever been an ideal time to grow old.

This blog is a shout out to old fart love.

Not that I want to hurry up and get old(er) but at this age, one starts to dwell on aging and end of life and the meaning of it all.

Then I hit 50 and all hell broke loose. It's like the OFF switch was activated and all that fast moving metabolism came to an abrupt halt.

The Bitter Lately, I've been feeling my age. Middle age. Upper middle age? I've calculated that if I live to around the average ages of...

There are nights when I wake up in a panic. It’s usually 3:00 a.m. when it’s too early to get up and too late to, well, get up. My body...

As we speak, my mother is dying. She has Stage lV cancer which started in her lungs earlier this year. Despite radiation treatment, it...

My mom died on May 29, 2020 at 11:30 a.m. Ever the pragmatist, she chose a doctor-assisted death so we knew right down to the minute when...