I recently met a 76-year-old dog owner who was rejected when she applied to adopt a second “senior” dog to keep her aging pet company. This is what I call the tail wagging the dog.
Last night I scripted a new chapter in my Book of Life – waiting 13 years as a resident in Assisted Living for the opportunity to share what I had learned 40 years ago in a Buddhist monastery.
As we prep for the second half of the Age of Disruption Tour this October and November we’re working on a three-pronged community outreach strategy to engage with local “changing aging” allies.
Based on the organic structure of a tree, this activity is a fun and revealing way to explore the influences and inspirations in one’s life and how they are transformed into meaningful passions and productive actions.
Subscriber’s to the late Richard Taylor’s e-newsletter Alzheimer’s From the Inside Out had the bittersweet privilege of receiving his last email yesterday with a forward from his brother Jason.
I am seriously thinking about lying about my age. Of course it’s impossible. The internet has my age engraved in perpetuity.
I’ve been hearing about The Tipping Point for a long time. In all that time I have been interested.
Traveling in my usual circles I don’t often encounter people who make their living provoking fears about aging. Recently however, one such merchant of fear did catch my attention.
I have decided to coin a new philosophy around the support of people who live with changing cognitive abilities.
This short and not-too-sweet post is an addendum to my guest editorial that was published here in McKnight’s on Friday, July 24th.
I was interviewed last week by Richard Garcia, a freelance journalist, for a feature story in the Christian Science Monitor.
“Hello. My name is Richard, and I have dementia, probably of the Alzheimer’s type.” These are the words Dr. Richard Taylor used to open each of his presentations, as he enlightened the world about the lived experience of changing cognitive ability. Richard passed away at his home on July 25th, due to cancer.
The idea that I am being ripened, that I could be the seed pod for some, as yet undefined, new life form, intrigues me.
How we perceive aging and the viability of older adults determines our willingness –– or reluctance –– to tackle social inequity, lack of access to services and opportunities, and other common challenges our elders face.
In my last post I criticized the Australian Financial Review for its characterization of people living with dementia, and of our aging population in general. Now that the furor over that article has subsided somewhat, it’s time to tackle that deeper concern.
I’m not sure what the goal of the 2015 White House Conference on Aging was—but if it was to have participants leave energized and ready to take on the challenges, alas, I fear it did not succeed.
I would be (and have been) sorely disappointed if I let my fear of death keep me from being happy in this life.
The Green House Project’s landmark approach to skilled nursing care will be highlighted at the White House Conference on Aging.
This Fourth of July lets declare independence from ageism! It won’t be an easy revolution. Like the colonial British Empire, ageism won’t roll over without a fight.
On February 4, 1974, the night Patty Hearst was kidnapped by the Symbionese Liberation Army, I was a 23-year-old Soto Zen Buddhist monastic novitiate, studying under the auspices of Reverend Master Jiyu Kennett, Roshi of Shasta Abbey, Mt. Shasta, California.