Nana Mama's Joy

I left a comment today on some one's blog (something I don't do often - but there was a free drawing at stake, so I sucked it up and did it). The resulting posted comment said it was left by "Nana Mama" - hmmm, how did that happen? So I clicked on the Nana Mama... and arrived at this blog I started exactly a year ago. I started it because one of my daughters-in-law blogs when she has time and I enjoy reading her thoughts and insights. Since I used to do some writing, and had a column in a newspaper about a decade or so ago - it occurred to me that this might be a good place to cut and paste those articles for "safe-cyber-keeping". I could be forever immortalized by technology. I wouldn't tell my children... just leave the name of the blog in my Last Will and Testament (or on a piece of paper in my underwear drawer). After I'm dead - they'll happen onto the blog and be forced to endure my wit and wisdom (if they so choose). You're probably thi...

This column was written ten years ago and what a difference a decade can make! Now that I'm in my 55 th year (is that possible?) I still consider myself "middle aged" - although at last I'm finally seeing some benefits to aging, (like discounted hotel rooms for "mature (50+) travelers"). I think I still have a few years to go before I can really reap the senior discounts, but considering the cost (in years) I'll be patient. Last month, in this very column, I made the declaration, “I am middle-aged.” Not that I became middle-aged last month... or even that I just realized it at that time... but that I first became willing to admit my status. Denial can offer great comfort, especially when referring to a woman’s age. Ever since I was old enough to do simple arithmetic, I knew I would turn 46 years old three days into the new century. And I had always considered the 45 th year to mark the beginning of mid life. Some may think that age 40 is a better med...