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.
“How did we arrive at this moment?” Dr. Bill Thomas asked journalist Marsha Felton for a cover story profile in the magazine Active Over 50.
One of the most remarkable aspects of the Second Wind Tour has been the amazing connections we’ve made via Twitter.
There is little if anything in our culture that would lead me to believe I would feel this good about being an old woman.
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.
Can you imagine yourself older? Can you imagine yourself as an Elder? Do you even want to?
Yes, labels (such as “elderly”) matter, for better or worse. They are also kind of dangerous, and as a culture, we’re hooked on them. They’re like a verbal system that dehumanizes communication, much as the medical model, or “systems”, dehumanize caregiving.
I was recently involved in a minor dust up on Twitter regarding the use of the word “elderly.”
Over the years I have evolved from using that word routinely to avoiding it completely. Why the change?