A Disorderly Retirement
I didn’t give Shakespeare’s famous Seven Ages of Man much thought until I turned 60 and then I started to wonder where I belonged. It’s tricky for a woman anyway because it really is all about men, which shows that when people insist that the term “man” refers to people in general they aren’t telling…
I have come to the conclusion that you can find a new home for absolutely anything that you no longer need or love. Someone, somewhere will gladly take it off your hands. Maybe there is enough stuff in the world already and all we need to do is keep handing it on to each other…
When the Oxford Word of the Year is announced and I have never even heard of it, I know that I’ve been left behind. The word for 2023 was ‘rizz’. Rizz? If you know what it means and use it often, then I congratulate you for having your ear to the ground, your finger on…