In my Seventies, I have different priorities — I don’t like that I haven’t figured out the meaning of life yet. I’ve already put a lot of work into this problem—how to understand life and suffering and why people have to die and what happens after death. Or what to do about any of it. I was a…

When running away is not an option — I suppose I could don a disguise and run off to the nearest wine-bar and sip cocktails while my husband tried to find me to make dinner. But then I’d likely overdo it and end up being driven home by a well-meaning stranger who would need to be fed, too…

Plenty of free advice just sitting here untouched — In the past six years, I have written 284 stories on Medium. Some of my best writing sits unseen year after year. In this article, I collect five of my favorite stories about therapy topics in case anyone is in need of the information they provide. Unfortunately, not many people…

Crows Feet Prompt — My most treasured possession is an Italian leather purse. It is a cordovan-colored leather It has stitching around its’ outside edges. The purse has a leather flap with a clever brass clasp to close it securely. It is lined with fabric and has a soft pocket inside. Inside it, I…

Telling Fascinating Stories About Older Adults in Sound and Word The first year of Crow’s Feet Podcasts: We’re just getting started. Now that the Crows Feet Podcast is in its second year, I want to review some of the great opportunities I’ve had over the past year to talk to…

In the new Crow’s Feet Podcast, I talk with Barbara Biziou about using rituals to bring the sacred into everyday life. — In my psychotherapy practice, there is one question I always ask that seems the most difficult for my clients yet is an integral part of my assessment. Oddly enough, this question is one of the most intimate of all the many intrusive questions I ask. And the question is not…

Not “just a little adult dance recital” — I am a terrible dancer. Just ask my husband. I step on his feet, stumble around the dance floor, and can’t remember even simple steps. But when a good song comes on, I naturally want to move around. I can’t help it. Music makes me want to dance, and dancing…

“Not All Are Weeping,” my book, is in the final pre-publication stages — All my life I have thought of myself as a poet. But I didn’t tell anyone about this. Nor did I do anything about it besides writing poems for myself. I wrote them from the age of 6, copying them over and over as my printing improved until I could…

A poem from “Not All Are Weeping” — In April, my first chapbook will be published by Main Street Rag Publishing Company. This is one of the poems in the book. I love to remember the stories about my mother, and writing poetry is one of the ways I can do it. Mildred Ethel Felsberg was my mother…