Moth-eaten Brain

As I understand things, when one gets older, one’s brain shrinks. I guess more space appears between the skull and the brain, since old people’s heads don’t get smaller. I’m not feeling too young these days. This is my impression of an older, moth-eaten brain.

Double Nostalgia?

Below is a self portrait I took at the New York Port Authority Bus Terminal, sometime at the beginning of this century. I was probably on my way to see my parents. The photo evokes nostalgia of that time but other memories crowd their way into my consciousness.  During the early 1970s I used to wait […]

Amoeboid

I think Mom would have liked this one, although it is a far cry from the painting I gave her just a year ago for her 90th birthday. She would have been 91 today, if she hadn’t died. See today’s other post (Mom’s Birthday) for Dave’s (my younger brother) piano rendition of Happy Birthday. Mom […]

90th Birthday Party

I write the on February 8th, the day of Mom’s 90th birthday party. Her birthday is actually February 9th, which is when I scheduled this post to go live. Mom planned on having a her party more than 6 months ago. She called me at that time to ask if I would be coming. I […]

Confusion

It is one thing to understand the term ‘confusion’ and another to confront it in real time. I’m not talking about being confused but rather observing someone who is confused. Many of you who read my blog know exactly what I am talking about. There was a time when I thought that the questions, “Do you […]

Getting Old Stinks

Part of my inspiration for posting this today is the blog post from Osiris Ramos (http://osirisramos.wordpress.com/): I Would Like to be Old (posted 8-23-12). A chat with Mom I started writing this post a few days ago after speaking with Mom. In fact the title of this post is a direct quote from her. Defeat […]

Relative Time

I think it was Woody Allen who said, “Time is nature’s way of preventing everything from happening at once.” He’s a very smart guy. Different phases Time is different for everyone, I think… or should I say perception of time is different. When I was growing up, it seemed that there were three phases to […]