Category: Aging

Sentimentality is Relative

Last weekend I was going through some stuff in my basement.  My basement is the final frontier for the decluttering kick I’ve been on the last few months.  I saved it for last because it’s the most complicated, and emotionally fraught. The basement is essentially four rooms: two where my sister lives and two that contain the washer, dryer, furnace,…

Playing Dress Up

“Playing dress-up begins at age five and never truly ends.”    —  Kate Spade I’ve never been much of a “girlie girl”.  I don’t remember playing dress up at all as a child.  I’ve never had much interest in make-up or clothes or fashion magazines.  Honestly, if I didn’t have to go to work I’d live in yoga pants and never wear…

Running Into Your Past

“Look, it had to happen at some point. In a city of eight million people, you’re bound to run into your ex-wife.”       — When Harry Met Sally    The other day I decided to upgrade my phone to something that with a screen large enough that my aging eyes could see without squinting and a battery that might…

It’s a Miracle Anyone in My Generation Made It Out of a Car Alive

I was in a meeting today and the subject of child car seats came up.  We had a long discussion about car seat installers, not using previously owned car seats, and liability issues related to improperly installed car seats. “I’ve heard that 80% of all car seats are installed incorrectly,” one of my coworkers said.  I was astounded.  Don’t you…

The Original Rose Bak

Thirty years ago today the world lost the original Rose Bak – my grandma. Oh sure, there have been other people named Rose Bak throughout the years, but my grandma was truly an original.  One of a kind. Grandma was born in Chicago in 1914. She grew up in the Polish neighborhood of West Pullman with her six brothers and…