Greetings from Newfoundland. I’ve taken a week off from editing Crow’s Feet to explore this beautiful part of Canada and the excavated ruins of a Viking settlement that dates back one thousand years — that’s right, some 500 years before Christopher Columbus set foot in the Western Hemisphere.
The evidence of the Norse settlement, which served as their base for exploring the eastern seaboard of Canada, was discovered in 1961 by a team led by Helge Instad and his wife, Anne Stine. …
Yes, it’s still summer. Yes, a lot of us think it is fall once Labor Day passes. This view of summer is a lot like how some people view life. They feel like they’re getting old even when they still have a stretch of warm sunny days ahead of them.
When fate tosses you out of a career that has defined you for decades, it can be a rough adjustment to find your balance in a new phase of life. That’s what Brenda Cyr discovered as she describes in her piece below.
Crow’s Feet writers are discovering, or uncovering, forgotten pieces of long-ago dreams and they are also adapting to new realities. Use a walker to recover from a fall? Sure, if it helps me stay mobile. Accept that I am no longer the bon vivant I was in mid-career? …
Old age has often been characterized as a return to childhood, and if it’s that, I’m at the beginning of my second one now.
That’s what KM Brown has to say about the freedom she is enjoying today at the start of her second childhood.
Like Brown, as we watch children return to school we can experience a moment’s liberation. We don’t have to get on that school bus on a beautiful still-summer day and sit in a stuffy classroom while the teacher drones on. …
A field of summer grasses stretches on both sides of the narrow footpath, the goldenrod rustles gently, spilling it seed. Ahead I can hear the surf cascading over seaweed-covered rocks, swirling white foam forward then pulling it back — a peaceful rhythm that soothes me.
I’ve walked this trail a dozen or more times, know its soggy spots and wooded, mossy inclines. But I always walk accompanied with friends and family. Today, I walk alone.
The empty parking lot at the trailhead is usually a welcome sight but as I near the ocean’s edge I realize it means that no…
It’s mid-August, six months away from Valentine’s Day and perhaps a good day to inject a little love. It’s on the mind of Crow’s Feet writers who are remembering the love between their parents, recalling how they were swept by early love and praising the fine dance developed by long-term partners.
Life is not all hearts and roses for Crow’s Feet writers, however, and you will find several stories in this week’s digest that remind us of the daily challenges we face. Not least is the challenge of ageism, which 83-year-old Ramona Griggs knows all too well:
“We aren’t asked…
This week Crow’s Feet brings you a lot to laugh about, tips for better writing and thoughts about love, life and relationships in the second half of life.
The words of one writer stands out, reminding me of those moments when I wonder about the meaning of my life. Here’s what Tom Phillips wrote in Turning Eighty:
“I cried for everything I loved, everything I had lost, for life from beginning to end. I saw my life and all lives flashing into emptiness and uncertainty. I began preparing for my own epic journey.”
Crow’s Feet writers are stepping back, taking…
This week, Crow’s Feet writers take on some big issues: a medical emergency in the middle of the night, the loss of a parent and worries about memory loss.
It’s not all gloomy, however, because we’re still can have a good laugh at life. One writer, Catherine Dunn, even fulfilled a life-long desire to have a drawer full of sexy underwear while another, Ruby Lee, discovered that the millennial generational has abandoned the practice of sorting laundry by darks and lights. Who knew?
Here’s the weekly digest of stories about life as we age.
In the U.S., we have a President who is 78, a Speaker of the House who is 81, and a judge on the Supreme Court who is 82.
When I was younger, I used to think it was time for the old fogeys to get out of the way and let the brilliant next generation lead. Now I’m having second thoughts. Isn’t that what many of us are now seeking, to be vital and engaged into the later stages of life?
Many Crow’s Feet writers would agree that life after 50 has a lot to offer. Here’s what folks are…
Ready or not, it’s coming.
I visited an old friend’s husband earlier this month just two weeks before he died. He was at home, tended by his son and his wife, who slept on the couch next to his bed in case he needed anything during the night. He often did.
The best part of my visit was after dinner, when we reminisced about the fun things we used to do. He didn’t want to talk about his health really. A diagnosis of advanced pancreatic cancer in April was grim enough. Now, the day after his doctor told him there…