Happy Birthday to Me
My booty, my selfie. I’m fifty. …. and from the Boston Women’s Health Book Collective… I now can read this legitimately: Our Bodies, Ourselves Growing Older: Women Aging with Knowledge and Power
My booty, my selfie. I’m fifty. …. and from the Boston Women’s Health Book Collective… I now can read this legitimately: Our Bodies, Ourselves Growing Older: Women Aging with Knowledge and Power
Be prepared to bleach your brain. 5 days and counting. I will post a naked picture on my birthday. Salon article about Nimoy’s photography: Fascinating
Be prepared to bleach your brain. 9 days and counting.
In two weeks I will be fifty. Birthdays have always been difficult. Over fifty years, I’ve racked up a passel of dysfunctional celebrations that have worn grooves of negative comfortability in my life. Mindful gratitude is a good antidote. I have spent the past few weeks marking the occasion of my semi-centennial with a Facebook countdown and a regular posting of mementos. I have researched things about my family, taking advantage of how organizations are now digitizing collections of historical documents. This is the way to strengthen gratitude muscles and establish a different groove. It’s been an amazing year of growthfulness and change. I have repostedRead More →
Prima ballerina assoluta is the highest rank a ballerina can achieve. I saw Alicia Alonso of the Ballet Nacional de Cuba in 1978 in Lincoln Center when I was 15. She was so beautiful that I cried. There are only 11 in the world. In 11 days, I will be 50.
Shakespeare in the park. 1979, Coriolanus, starring Morgan Freeman. He’s 42, I’m 16. 1981, The Tempest, with Raul Julia, age 41, I just graduated high school. Can’t find the stub for Richard III (Kevin Kline). 15 days and counting.
Do I need to say anything else on the matter? 15 days until 50.
27 years ago today I went to this concert. Bob FREAKIN’ Dylan. BOB FREAKIN DYLAN. I do not remember a thing. I don’t even remember going. I found the ticket stub. WTF? 25 years sober. Heh heh. In 37 days I will be 50.
60 days until my birthday. 25 years ago, in honor of my sobriety, I got this tattoo. It was my first one. In Madison, WI, it was all the trend to get a tiny quarter-sized tattoo on your shoulder. Drinking is self-destructive. I wanted to something that was symbolically the opposite. The tattooist said, “You think this is all you’ll ever get, but you’ll be back.” I said, “naw…..”
Of all the graduation ceremonies in higher ed that I’ve seen, BRCC’s are the best. I’ve attended a couple that were bittersweet due to specific personal relationships. Overall, however, BRCC ceremonies are the best delight. Nowhere are the students and their parents more joyous, proud, and celebratory. The things these students do to earn their place in line are astounding. It is 65 days until my 50th birthday and I am grateful for the chance to witness such an amazing celebration.
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