11/18/2025 – … amid the slow swirl of appointments, meds, and blood draws, I caught a glimpse of me in a reflection and noticed I had quietly exited the “normal ambulation” club somewhere along the way.
Continue readingSo… This is How I Walk Now?
Post Category → Fine Whine
Nobody likes a whiner, but there’s something oddly satisfying about sharing a little bit of life’s miseries with others. It’s not about wallowing—it’s about airing out the laundry, shaking out the wrinkles, and maybe finding someone who’ll laugh along with you.
Knees First: The Art of Getting Out of Bed
The abs, once at least semi-dependable, have taken Social Security, cashed out the 401(k), and moved to Scottsdale. Which means that what once was a sit-up is now… a project.
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Life, it turns out, is still conspiring to give us little wins if we look for them.
Continue readingThe Incredible Shrinking Man
… she offered to remeasure. But I declined. It was easier to pretend it was a clerical error than to face the hard truth: I was now officially closer to hobbit height.
Continue readingThe Button-Down Shirt Disaster of 2025
Either this condition I have is worsening, or the price of button holes has gone up like everything else, so they’re making them smaller.
Continue readingThe Fine Art of Falling Up
I found myself standing at the foot of a frozen escalator, staring up at my own personal K2. I suspected other routes existed, but surely each had its own risks, and I had no time for an expeditionary council meeting. So I started up.
Continue readingThe Fine Art of Standing Up
“Of all the exercises I’ve taught you,” she said, “this is the most important.”
Continue readingCane Mutiny
The Passing of the Baton It’s come to this: my mother has given me her walking cane. Not because she’s done with it – no, she upgraded to something with wheels and a basket. Very European. And there was no cane handover ceremony, like a changing of the guard or some such. Just left it in my… Continue reading
50 Shades of Khaki
Dispatches from the Waiting Room of Act III
Continue readingThe Truth Comes in Odd Packages
And that’s when I saw him—a young man from our congregation, who looked at me and greeted me brightly, “Your face is very pale.”
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