by Ginger Sullivan | Aug 22, 2019 | Aging, Emotional Health
I am not a cyclist. Unless, of course, you count those unsightly occasional my dying in the back row of a Soul Cycle class that my daughter has convinced me to attend as “mother-daughter time.” Nope. Walking, swimming and yoga are more my taste. But, from the cyclists...
by Ginger Sullivan | Jul 24, 2019 | Aging, Relationships
It was one long conversation. We just moved locations. From morning coffee to walks on the beach to lunch, back to the beach, to wine on the tower during sunset, to dinner of local seafood. I think we covered the gamut with little care in the world as to the time of...
by Ginger Sullivan | May 19, 2018 | Aging
No. This is not a picture of a prop from the latest filming of a horror movie. But, not a bad idea. Maybe I can find her an agent. She’d be perfect for the part. Rather, this is Becky, the baby doll from my childhood. She found her way out of a box as I was unpacking...
by Ginger Sullivan | Jul 25, 2017 | Aging, Emotional Health
I think it was a Wednesday morning. My new, sweet Zen-like alarm app decided I needed to get out of bed. As I turned over to tell it to shut-the-hell-up, my stiffened knee refused to straighten. “Hmm.” I wondered, refusing to let a small bout of physical pain stop me....
by Ginger Sullivan | May 16, 2017 | Aging
I had lunch yesterday with my 91-year-old friend. It’s not what you might imagine. I did not go visit her in the nursing home. We did not dine over bland mashed potatoes and red Jell-O. No, not my friend. She invited me to lunch. She made a reservation. I dressed for...
by Ginger Sullivan | Mar 20, 2016 | Aging, Emotional Health
By most counts, I am still a young woman yet I can already tell you that I don’t like this aging thing. It sucks. My energy is no longer limitless. I don’t recognize my body in the mirror. Every day, simple things, frequently vacate my mind. In-style fashion...
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