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…

A month of many transitions — I want to talk about October and all the transitions I’ve become aware of this month. Geographically, I am talking about October in Maine as that’s where my observations are made. Octobers are likely different in other places. Living on a farm in Maine is idyllic. Truthfully, I know I…

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…

I also take advantage of every opportunity to go outside — I don’t know about the rest of the seventyish population, but I have been staying indoors a lot of the day, for a lot of the days and weeks and months this past year. It is especially noticeable in winter, as right now, for instance, I couldn’t go out without…

I want to join a fellow Crows feet writer Warren Turner in keeping a list of small ways we can take action to improve society. He wrote a story that I admire, talking about little actions that do a lot of good. Like stocking a mini-community library or food pantry…

I have been writing about the restrictions of my husband’s diet for Chronic Kidney Disease and how we are adapting to them(or not). Lots of the time it seems like we should get a “fail”. Our choices for meals often run afoul of one or the other lists we are…

By the time we get to be Elders, we have definite ideas about fun. About 1991. I was playing the drum part to this fast and difficult piece in a “Battle of the Bands” at Brownies Bar in Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey. The guitars were wailing, and I was…

Crows Feet Prompt I have always been sentimental about things that belonged to people I have lost. In my seventies now, I have lost so many people that their possessions have all but taken over my life. Let’s see what I can find in a quick once-over. Everywhere I go…