Aging: An Apprenticeship…book review

Aging: An Apprenticeship…book review

it’s not the last obscenity…

 

 

Book review:

Aging: An Apprenticeship

 

Nan Narboe, ed.

Portland, OR: Red Notebook Press, 2018

286 pages

 

Narboe creates a handy and wide-ranging collection of reflections on the art, science, and humanity of the aging process. More than 50 authors tell it like they think it is, for folks nearing the increasingly ordinary age of 50, and for folks in their 50s, 60s, 70s , 80s, and 90s and beyond. If you’re not in one of those groups, you will be sooner than you think.

Of course, the explicit premise of most of the authors in Aging: An Apprenticeship is that life can be good (or not), aging happens to everyone, and dying is the end game.

Gloria Steinem’s contribution is on point, completely tolerable, and instructive. She says:

“After all, we are communal creatures who must mirror each other to know who we are. Every living thing ages and dies, yet humans seem to be the only species that thinks about aging and thinks about dying. Surely, we are meant to use this ability, especially in a country that suffers so much from concealing aging and dying as if they were the last obscenities.”

For Aging: An Apprenticeship, Narboe collects essays that range from whimsical to doggone serious. Each author offers a very personal argument that aging and dying are 100% natural.

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don’t cross the buck’s trail…my poem

don’t cross the buck’s trail…my poem

blinking, not blinking…

 

 

Owning the trail

 

The sun was high,

the patient rays

   striped the forest floor,

tree tops swayed enough

   to nudge the shadows,

a bird sang half a song

   way down the hill,

an angry squirrel

   sailed across the trail

      and stared at me,

he didn’t blink.

 

I walked the next turn,

and stared without blinking,

an eight-point buck

   looked back at me,

he stood still

   as his woman and kid

      rambled across the path

         and disappeared

            in the hydrangea,

he didn’t budge,

he seemed to be daring me

   to make a move.

 

He showed no fear,

he owned the trail,

I was the stranger with two legs,

I looked at him for moments,

I faced him moments more

   as I shuffled back

      around the turn,

and shambled from his world.

 

The sun was high,

the shadows trembled,

I walked away through empty woods.

 

February 6, 2025

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,

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“stop seeking the impossible…”…The Daily Stoic

“stop seeking the impossible…”…The Daily Stoic

forget the small potatoes…

 

 

“…stop seeking the impossible,

     the short-sighted,

          and the unnecessary.”

 

from The Daily Stoic by Ryan Holiday and Stephen Hanselman

New York: Portfolio/Penguin, 2016

p. 101

 

Of course, I realize that each person has a personal definition of “the impossible, the short-sighted, and the unnecessary.”

The point is:

Forget about what you can’t change, and forget about the small potato stuff.

Commit to doing a good thing.

Commit to resisting the bad stuff that touches you in ways you can avoid.

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Book review: Ethan Frome

not being satisfied with less…

by Edith Wharton

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Hand me that hammer…my poem

Hand me that hammer…my poem

Too many gulfs…

 

 

Hand me that hammer

 

This lightening sky pulls my eye

   upward from newly darkening earth.

Our troubled plain

   has no points of light just now.

We face fears, terrors, hates, imprecations,

   repudiations, exclusions…

Too many gulfs appearing,

   too few bridges imagined

     in the grim thoughts of too many.

 

I will build one bridge today,

   I welcome this lightening sky

      to ease my work.

 

November 9, 2016

I work on building a bridge every day.

I try to do a good thing every day.

That’s good for me and for America.

It helps to keep me sane.

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Book review: All The President’s Men

The men and women

    who crave power…

by Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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treadmill thoughts…“and old sneakers,” my poem

treadmill thoughts…“and old sneakers,” my poem

again is anew…

 

 

…and old sneakers

 

We move, we huff,

we quiver, we chant,

thoughts galore will tumble

   as the hot routine deepens,

 

the workout is good,

no doubt,

we mime the young

   as we get old,

we walk the track,

the countless reps,

the 1-2-3, the look-and-see,

the bobbled step,

the front and back,

the in-and-out…

 

This cheerless time,

this silent gym,

this jumbled gear,

the shadowed clock…

look the same as yesterday,

but…

 

I conjure me,

a brand new thought,

a slower step,

I see a different future,

the silence is a private tune,

 

I whisper behind my eyes

   that more is more,

again is anew,

the moving is progress,

it is long moments in my life.

 

November 24, 2024

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Movie review: Same Time, Next Year

it’s all-American adultery, oh yeah…

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no kicking or biting…says Seneca

no kicking or biting…says Seneca

don’t bite back…

 

 

“How much better it is to take the opposite course

   and not to match fault with fault.

     Would any one think that he was well balanced

        if he repaid a mule with kicks

          and a dog with biting?”

 

Seneca (4 BC-65 CE), On Anger (De Ira), 3.27.2

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Book review: Seven Gothic Tales

by Isak Dinesen,

lush and memorable stories…

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