Posts Tagged ‘growing old’
BIRTHDAYS, DYSLEXIA, GUARDIAN ANGELS, AND FAIRY TALES
You’d think after eight decades I would have figured it out. But here I am, on my 28th birthday and I realize I’m dyslexic. Which, of course, works to my advantage when it comes to birthdays. Maybe I really am 28. At least my mind thinks so even if my body doesn’t. In truth, when…
Read MoreA REAL-LIFE FAIRY TALE: THE EPILOGUE
I don’t know if fairy tales are supposed to have epilogues. But since it’s my fairy tale, I get to make the rules. Epilogues allowed. Exactly one year ago today, as I stumbled into my ninth decade of drawing breaths on this planet, I wrote a blog with my views on growing old. I allowed…
Read MoreTHE FAIRY TALE CONTINUES–BARBARA AND BUZZ
The fairy tale continues. The rise of what I like to think of as Schloss Bernard, my new writer’s studio—my castle—signals the beginning of a new phase of my life. I have a few weeks remaining in Georgia before I, and my Shih-Tzu buddy, Stormy, wing our way west to where the freshly-minted Mrs. Bernard,…
Read MoreBARBARA AND BUZZ—A REAL-LIFE FAIRY TALE
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, where gray mists hid the tops of green forests, and deep snows crowned the sawtoothed peaks of rugged mountains, a young girl spotted a young boy. “He’s different,” she said. “I want to get to know him.” She did, and for a brief time they…
Read MoreI’M 80, I GUESS I’M NOT SO OLD—PART I
The airliner sinks slowly over the quilt-work brown and green landscape of southeastern Washington state as it approaches the Tri-Cities Airport. The Tri-Cities are Pasco (where the airport is), Richland, and Kennewick—where a woman who was my girlfriend when we were in the eighth grade, sixty-seven years ago, lives. Her name is Barbara. Yes, eighth…
Read MoreI’M 80, I’M OLD—SOME ADDITIONAL OBSERVATIONS
First of all, please allow me to slip in an update about my newest novel. When Heroes Flew: The Shangri-La Raiders is on track to be released July 13. It’s a captivating tale of bravery, determination, and an unlikely love set against the legendary Jimmy Doolittle Raid on Tokyo in 1942. Next, since I published…
Read MoreI’M 80, I’M OLD—SOME OBSERVATIONS
Allow me, please, to depart from my usual blog topics about writing or weather. Today is different. I’m 80. I’m old. “Senior middle-ager” doesn’t cut it any longer. And for the record, that old saw about age being just a state of mind is BS. As much as I try to convince myself I’m merely…
Read More