In 1999 Dr. Bill Thomas and I were invited by Chief Oren Lyons to visit The People of the Six Nations, also known by the French term, Iroquois Confederacy.
Wisdom is like pornography. As that famous, but now forgotten, justice of the Supreme Court once said, “I can’t define pornography, but I know it when I see it.”
Tune-in to Growing an Elder Culture radio program today at 2 p.m. PST for a conversation with Senior Center Without Walls director Krista Brown.
With the ripening that comes, when one isn’t looking, when gray and wrinkles seem to be breaking out everywhere, something else, something far more mysterious is happening.
Today marks the 11th day of rehab in a Skilled Nursing Facility (SNF), following an acute hospital stay for pneumonia.
This piece of writing comes out of the experience, verified in the elder circle, that wounds, no matter how painful and debilitating, are sacred, gifts of unimaginable fury, beauty and spiritual potency.
Growing older has meant, for some of us, that we have arrived, despite still having further to go, at a time and place in our lives, where there are no roles, rules, or expectations, other than our own.
You may think or hope I’m joking, but nope we’re talking about tree rings today. So, before you click away I encourage you to read just a few paragraphs more. For those of you who may not know these rings are how we measure a trees age.
Alone among the leading cultural figures of American society, Santa Claus qualifies as our only pro-aging icon. He is eminently comfortable with his own age and deeply concerned about the welfare of others. With his extraordinary magical abilities he could, presumably, “reverse aging” for himself, but knows that doing so would be an act of foolishness.
Do you suffer from sudden-onset cronery? Are you into mountain mastery? Well, I hate to break it to you, but you might just be exhibiting (or not-exhibiting?) an invisible sign of aging.
Of all of Mandela’s accomplishments, I’d like to highlight his legacy as an Elder for the entire world.
In a thousand ways every day, our culture reminds us that being old is the most terrible thing that can befall any person. And in twice as many ways every day, it unrelentingly promotes the lie that we can maintain a youthful body unto death.
It is right when hormones are raging and fecundity is in bloom that the young should be so beautiful. But that does not make age ugly or unattractive. Only different.
This post discusses some nearly forgotten ways of thinking about women’s lives and the way culture shapes the female experience.
Beauty & Wisdom documents a generation of women, aged 70 and over, who has been going regularly to the beauty parlor once a week not as a luxury, but as a necessity for most of their adult years.
There is little if anything in our culture that would lead me to believe I would feel this good about being an old woman.
I am unwilling to accept the toxic, unreal stereotypes about aging and older adults that pervade media, healthcare, the workplace and community.
In his recent New York Times op/ed “The Joy of Old Age” (No Kidding), Oliver Sacks states what I consider to be the underpinning of the philosophy of this blog.
Why do health care and housing providers portray older people as a homogenous group, thinking all people over a certain age want to be treated in the same way?
When I received a copy of Michael Gurian’s new book “The Wonder of Aging: A New Approach to Embracing Life After Fifty” I could tell this was a changing aging book.