Musings of an Aging Lesbian Today my mother, aged 93, is having surgery to remove a faulty rod in her leg. It was placed there to support a broken femur but has caused great pain. Prayers for her quick recovery…. Rudyard Kipling said: If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be
Musings of an Aging Lesbian Yesterday was a busy day. Pickleball in the morning, the Death Cafe in the afternoon and a party in the evening. Death Cafe??? What the heck is That?? We, too, were curious. It’s a conversation group of whomever wishes to attend to talk about aging and preparation issues for LGBTQ
Musings of an Aging Lesbian I sit this morning in silence and wonder, looking out my windows to the snow-covered San Jacinto Mountains hovering over Palm Springs. My thoughts, my heart, go to the many friends I lost over 30 years ago to AIDS. I started working in the AIDS program in the Florida health
Musings of an Aging Lesbian Last night, Kelly and I hosted 12 friends for a soup and debate night. We made two soups, a chili, and a kick-ass salad. The evening was based on the Democrat presidential candidate debates. So the conversation was lively. We were all on the same side, just supported different candidates.