Once before I resented getting older, in the midlife crises of middle age. This time, as I approach 60, the resentment is deeper, more substantial. Scores of irreversible changes are etched on my soul: the old home vacant , friends gone, body softened, Dad dead, dog graying. Truth also weighs me down. This is not…
Unlike my spoiled desert rat friends, I enjoy living in a 4-season climate (SE Wyoming). I especially enjoy the transition to the new season: when daffodils spring up, when the nights are getting balmy towards summer , when the trees subtly change color in early fall, and finally, when the wicked winter winds whip up. Well, not really…