Growing old has at least one advantage (in addition to seniors’ discounts). After experiencing stuff for all of your years, you can learn from your mistakes. That is to say, you can learn from them if you have the necessary wisdom and can remember those life lessons.
A Memory for Names, or Lack Thereof, and Other “Aging” Outcomes
I have almost no memory for names. It’s embarrassing.
For the past few years, I’ve been blaming such things on old age, but, at least in my case, old age deserves an apology for that. Truth is, I’ve always had a hard time remembering people’s names. My memory for faces is a bit better, but not much. …
He, She, It or They: To Whichever God or Gods it May Concern
Based on the title, you probably think this post is about the proper use of gender pronouns for the god or gods in a present-day religious context. It’s not. Gender discussions are minefields.
Omnivore Thoughts and Other Notions Regarding Animals
I’m an animal lover of epic proportions. That is to say, I greatly love animals, not that I’m of epic proportions. Seriously. (Right about now, you’re wondering, “which part(s) of that statement did ‘seriously’ apply to? Never mind that.)
Embracing My Inner (and Outer) Grumpy Old Man
Some people accuse me of becoming a grumpy old man. They are wrong. Totally.
Well, alright, maybe not totally wrong. The part about me becoming an old man may be—but only maybe—true.