I attended a yoga event some weeks ago, during which we were asked to write for 8 minutes, without editing, just creating, about what we remembered and what we didn't remember about significant events for our bodies. I know for some the topic could seem inappropriate but I chose to think about my first period … Continue reading Memories. What memories?
So there I was, Sunday evening, at my favourite cinema, in a middle seat on my favourite row (E) with an excellent, uninterrupted view of the screen. Just before the film proper a group of four walk in, already eating popcorn and giggling. They continue to do just that for the next 2 hours … Continue reading I was never young
This last week I have been told on more than one occasion, by different people, that I don't look my age - soon to be 56. What does not looking my age even mean? I know it is meant as a compliment, and I usually accept it as such. I acknowledge, without boasting or bragging, … Continue reading Looking 55