I woke to the slam of a door and voices rising downstairs. The clock on the nightstand read 6:00 a.m.—too early to get…
Today I turned seventy-three years old. I woke at six as usual, though I haven’t needed to rise that early for a long…
I had always thought that old age was not a season but a special state of mind. Yet in my sixty‑eight years, I…
My life has always been predictable. Every morning I wake up at 6:00, make myself some tea, drink it sitting in a shabby…
The morning sun was shyly peeking through the thin curtains of my bedroom when I woke. At sixty‑eight, my joints did the waking…
The moment you realize your children don’t want you in their lives is like having the air violently ripped from your lungs. One…
Every morning begins the same way for me: the creak of the floorboards under my feet, the smell of coffee, and the quiet…
Before I always thought that old age would come unnoticed, that one day I would just wake up and realize that I was…
I start every morning the same way. I wake up at 6:00 a.m. without an alarm clock, a habit left over from my…
The car doors slammed before I set down my pruning shears. That particular hollow thud of an SUV felt like a storm warning—two…