A tale of love & loss plus other musings on life….


A tale of love and loss plus other musings on life….

Except this isn’t just a story, and it didn’t happen when I was 59. It was actually a few days before my birthday, but at this age, who’s counting?

Welcome to my life.


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  • The art of not giving a flying fig

    A good friend once told me that one of the benefits of aging is you don’t care as much. That is, you don’t give a flying fig what others think. About you or anything else. I’m not there yet. I still care – not about what others think but in the way that I am…

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  • On aging

    George Orwell’s last written words were “at fifty, everyone has the face he deserves”. Scary but true. Ugliness will be etched on your face by then, and it will be too late to change it. We die as we live. I read this in a book about death [1] and was reminded of my mother’s…

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  • Buddhism reimagined

    Buddhists believe that any form of attachment, craving, or grasping is detrimental. Instead, we should accept things as they are. In other words, let go of the need for a situation to be different from what it is. It means ridding ourselves of our desires/wants. Letting go is a difficult concept for me. Trust me,…

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