Since writing 4000s by 40, one of the comments I get a lot—which I never anticipated—is that forty is not middle age. During the AMC Awards night, where I had a table selling my book, a number of fifty-, sixty-, and even seventy-year-olds pointed at my display, nudged a friend, and laughed. “Look—forty is middle…
Tag: aging
Soundwaves of the Soul
They caught my eye today
for the first time,
like tree rings of a tall oak—
well, if one was to wear them on its skin.
Fingers out,
reading the stories of the day,
they curled up from the wrist,
just beneath the light.
I stretched them and started counting.
Wondering
and maybe hoping,
they matched my number.
That there was a story here,
feeding upwards
towards the contour lines
of the knuckles.
Gray Hairs A-Coming
I’ve entered that patch of life (late forties) where, I swear, every time I exercise, a new patch of gray hair sprouts up. I go for a run, and poof—another shock of dead stalks appears. After cardio I feel like a shriveled prune who can’t inhale water fast enough, and whenever I rub the back…