Those Classics

Some things grow more valuable with age; cars, for instance. Those old models, fifty or more years old, if they’ve been well-cared for or restored, still purr down the highway, classic lines gleaming in the sunshine. And gems!Antique jewelry that has been well-loved through the years is just as valuable, if not more so, than […]

Classics and Antiques

Some things grow more valuable with age. Take cars, for instance. Those old models, fifty or more years old, aren’t they lovely? If they’ve been well cared for, they still purr down the highway, classic lines gleaming in the sunshine. And gems! I prefer antique jewelry that has been well-loved through the years. Gold never […]

The Best Is Yet to Be

I have a sun dial in my flower garden. On it is an inscription from a poem by Robert Browning, “Grow Old Along With Me; The Best Is Yet To Be.” I’ve always liked that line. I suppose Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning had a wonderful marriage and did grow old together. Some of us […]

Thoughts on Aging

Some things grow more valuable with age. Take cars, for instance. Those old models, fifty or more years old, aren’t they lovely? If they’ve been well cared for, they still purr down the highway, classic lines gleaming in the sunshine. And gems! I prefer antique jewelry that has been well-loved through the years. Gold never […]

Invisible Me

Invisible Me

  When one reaches a certain age, attains a veritable number of years, one becomes invisible. You don’t believe me? It’s true. Maybe it’s the white hair that puts up that Invisibility Cloak; maybe it’s the wrinkles; I’m not sure what triggers this phenomenon. For example, in a room full of younger people, the conversation […]

Who Is That Stranger I See?

Who Is That Stranger I See?

I write mysteries, but the greatest mystery of all is the identity of the old woman who inhabits every mirror of my house! Every one. I can’t look in any mirror and see the real me–vibrant, young, happy, not a gray hair on my head. No! This stranger has taken over. So, who is she, […]