There’s a fine line between making a joke and being the joke. I have long subscribed to a saying attributed to the 16th century preacher John Bradford, “There, but for the grace of God, go I.” I try to keep this in mind and regulate my mockery of those to whom I may feel superior. … Continue reading I’m not as smart as I think I am
Quick, how many age-related cliches can you quote? You’re only as old as you feel. Age is just a number. I’m having a senior moment. You’re not getting older, you're getting better. Or my personal favorite, the twist on this last one which was used by the “Keenagers” senior adult ministry at our church in … Continue reading Discovering a new way to measure age
I’ve officially been “visit-the-dermatologist-anually” years-old since 2014. What I’ve learned in the intervening 11 years is that these appointments with Dr. Weiss are usually quick and painless but sometimes unexpectedly concerning. My Darling Beloved remains vigilant about my health, and when I catch her gazing longingly at my ruggedly handsome features, I have learned that … Continue reading Skin deep
My Darling Beloved forbids me from ascending a ladder. Stepstools are borderline. Climbing on anything not built with the intention of helping you reach high places is an absolute no-no. She would much rather pay someone to go on the roof and clean the gutters than have me attempt such a life-threatening maneuver. I have … Continue reading Free falling
I could see fine until I was 18. My distance vision began to blur my senior year of high school, and I became a glasses wearer right before I went off to college. I switched to contacts sometime in my early twenties. My active lifestyle called for fewer objects on my head while I did … Continue reading Progressive progress
