My mother often canned and froze food, and grape jelly was her specialty. She would process hundreds of little jars of jelly, often attaching little gingham covers that she cut with pinking shears. I still have some in the back of my pantry.
I meet my friend Geraldine at a hip, local eatery in the heart of Abbot Kinney in Venice Beach. Over our poached kale and egg salads with a side of chickpeas I notice my firecracker friend is uncharacteristically glum.
At the age of 50, I'm done talking about my father and I understand my relationship with my mother. I don't need a therapist to talk about any of it anymore. I'm over it. There is something about midlife -- and it's not a musical comedy.
Traditionally, living with roommates has been the lifestyle primarily of the young and single, but more and more people in their 50s and beyond are turning to home sharing to ease the high cost of living and reduce the isolation that can occur when older adults live on their own.
Just when I thought nothing could get worse than the presidential campaign, a nasty growth appeared on my head and threatened to sprout into an evil poltergeist of death and destruction. At least it took my mind off of politics.
I have a handful of friends I could go months -- or even years -- not talking to. I can pick up the phone, punch in their number and start a conversation as soon as they answer -- as if we had just talked the day before.
The next time you catch yourself using some sort of ageist adjective on yourself or others, try to catch yourself. Ask yourself where that came from, and what purpose it serves. Ageism is the final frontier of discrimination and limiting paradigms.
Narcissism: It's the term we love to throw at the larger-than-life public figures who seem to want nothing but nonstop attention and the center of the 24-hour media cycle. Politicians are particularly good targets for the narcissism label.