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Karen StabinerLos Angeles Times |
A fake dinner invitation sent nearly 500 people my way — and brought some long-lost friendships back with it.
We complain about the endless reminders flooding our phones and inboxes. But many of us have grown oddly reassured by the constant pings.
Old friends offer history. Younger friends offer surprise. We need both
Aging, responsibility, and the pull of wagging tail.
I’m living my life, one square at a time.
My encounter with 3-year-old Frankie is a meditation on age, attention, and the rare relief of being met without expectations.
I’d passed my cycling expiration date and never noticed. I am an anomaly merely by doing what I have always done.
Too many of the messages in my mailbox exhort me to wrap it up.
Hearing loss is an indisputable sign of aging, and the fix is going to show.