Tag Archives: Aging

Mothers with a Mind of Their Own

Anyone with an elderly parents–and anyone with a three-year-old–will related to Milne’s “James James Morrison Morrison.”

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Birthday Wishes at 95

For my mother’s 95th birthday, I turn to Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 73” to express my continuing love.

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Flowers for Algernon, Parable on Aging

With regard to my improving tennis game, I see my present–and my future–in the Daniel Keyes novel “Flowers for Algernon.”

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Is Old Age Becoming Overrated?

A “New Yorker” article on aging turns to literature to debunk the notion that aging is a good thing.

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Mrs. Dalloway and the Gift of Aging

Friday My wife Julia alerted me to a luminescent Atlantic article about women disappearing as they grow older. Although some regard this as a problem, author Akiko Busch draws on Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway to show how women can turn it to their advantage. First, the apparent problem. When women are treated as objects, they […]

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In Honor of a Nonagenarian

My mother turned 93 yesterday so I share this moving R. S. Thomas poem on visiting a woman turning 90.

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The Dreamlike Pleasures of Rowing

In “Alice through the Looking Glass,” boating is a metaphor for life slipping by–unnoticed by Alice but seen as deeply tragic by Carroll.

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Coping with Aging through Poetry

Wordsworth has written some of the world’s great poems for coping with aging.

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Jane Eyre on Caring for the Sick

As I support people who are sick and aging, I turn to Jane Eyre as a model of one who considers such activity to be, not a self-sacrifice, but a gift to herself.

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