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Karen StabinerLos Angeles Times |
Old friends offer history. Younger friends offer surprise. We need both
Aging, responsibility, and the pull of wagging tail.
I’m living my life, one square at a time.
My encounter with 3-year-old Frankie is a meditation on age, attention, and the rare relief of being met without expectations.
I’d passed my cycling expiration date and never noticed. I am an anomaly merely by doing what I have always done.
Too many of the messages in my mailbox exhort me to wrap it up.
Hearing loss is an indisputable sign of aging, and the fix is going to show.
Maybe it’s my generation’s destiny to push back at the last gender-based assumption on the list: that whatever the test, older women are not up to it.