The Zeniness of Aging Stan Goldberg August 5, 2010 Aging It began when I dropped a ceramic pie dish for no apparent reason. Expensive, but replaceable. Not a big deal I thought, just my new clumsy self. But the next day when I tripped going up the stairs and sprained my ankle, I questioned that it was clumsiness. And when I fell off my bicycle, again for no apparent reason and tore up the left side of my body, I became concerned—really concerned.
Top 10 Insults for Old People Stan Goldberg July 26, 2010 Aging 28 Comments Amazing things are heard when people think you can't hear or are too old to comprehend their insults.
When the Ground Shakes: A Need for Structure Stan Goldberg July 28, 2009 Aging, Alzheimer’s/dementia I was concerned when I came home and couldn’t find my mother. The back of the house has a steep incline off the deck that leads to a forested area. When I saw that the gate leading down the stairs was open, concern turned to panic.
What’s Wrong with My Underwear? Coping with Aging Stan Goldberg July 13, 2009 Aging Since both my wife and I have hearing problems, when we speak to each other in different rooms, our conversations can become the basis for a sit-com on aging.
You’ll Like It! Stan Goldberg November 14, 2002 Aging, Poems, Thoughts of the Day Attractive, slim and 70, she squeezes soft wax into ears, and turning to me says, “You’ll like it.”
Cowboying Up! Stan Goldberg June 3, 2002 Aging, Thoughts of the Day When my wife suggested that we go to a guest ranch for our wedding anniversary, I could see no way out. For years Wendy had been making the same suggestion, and for years circumstances had always (fortunately) intervened. This year, alas, there wasn't an excuse in sight. Worse, our son was attending a college within 2 hours of 15 different Arizona guest ranches. It was hopeless. I was fated to spend 4 days with wannabe cowboys dressed in sequined shirts and pointy-toed boots.
Tidal Movements Stan Goldberg March 10, 2002 Aging The radiant Gulf sun rises from behind ancient mangroves and egrets snatch prey with lightning beaks as I push the canoe into brown waters.