boomspeak

I’m confused, and you can’t say that it’s because I’m a baby boomer and we’re all in a confused pre-Alzheimers state. I just heard that there is a new demographic known as Generation Z, AKA the Silent Generation, and I’m worried that they have run out of lette...

In my About Me profile, I wrote:

I like to play golf, walk, swim, cook, read, write, watch TV, listen to music, make art and grow cannabis.  

And you know, that pretty much sums it up. I never imagined I’d arrive at this place, but I might be devoi...

I’m discombobulated, unmoored, squirrelly. It’s 1 a.m., and in the last hour I’ve turned over in my soft, high thread-count, sheets at least 20 times (that’s 5 times per front, back, left and right) — like a pig roasting on a spit — convinced with every pivot that I’ll be asleep before I can roll again.

So I get out of bed.

I’m days away from flying to Paris wh...

Add blue jeans to the list of things that aren’t as good as they used to be.

When I was a kid, blue jeans were blue. Dark blue. Navy blue. And they were stiff.

Oh, they could be folded. One could, with some effort, stand or sit while wearing new blue jeans. But it was a workout.

Everyone at school knew when you had new blue jeans. It was not, as I seem to...

We walk briskly down the beach. It’s December, freezing, thirty-something. My sneakered feet are bricks of ice. I ball my hands inside my mittens, try to match his strides. The tide surrounds us, recklessly spreading over patches of sand like liquid fingers of death. He hops over pools of surf like he’s sixteen again. I attempt an awkward leap on my good knee. He cheers and I...