Looking in the mirror, what do I see? Am I a product of joy or misery? I am unrecognizable in my age, like a tattered book with wrinkles on each page. I’ve lived a long life and still don’t quite know- Where is my previous self? Where did she go? Is she staying inside, though ...

There are as many different attitudes about aging as there are people. Years ago, my mantra was “you’re only as old as you feel”. I was 23. It was easy to feel young then. In my thirties, I held stubbornly to the belief that I was “young for my age”—whatever that means. Fast-forward a couple ...

When will I be too old?To be left alone, out in the coldWith my naked words still unsold When will I be too old?To be left alone, silently uncontrolledWith my protest words still brave and bold When will I be too old?To stop exploring the rivers yet extolledWith my visionary words still to be told ...

Cancer: The word means nothing to most people. But to the people who have it, or those close to them, the word means everything.

She caches her jewelry Cardboard tubes under her mattress Hidden from faces she can’t remember Haunting her with changed bedsheets While disembodied voices perched on telephone wires Check on her She gripes They’re stealing my things At the liar: Voice too old to be her daughter Sunday – no – Wednesday No How can it ...