Tag Archives: Aging

Flu Shots and Seat Belts

Posted on 01 November 2015 by Isabel Gibson

Some thoughts on the nature of advice, triggered by a flu shot. Continue reading →

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When (Not If) Winter Comes

Posted on 04 October 2015 by Isabel Gibson

End-of-season gardening leads me to some thoughts on graceful exits from the biggest garden of them all. Continue reading →

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Life’s Purpose & Dead Raccoons

Posted on 06 September 2015 by Isabel Gibson

Thinking about my life purpose, with some help from a poet, an author/theologian/educator, a priest, and a butter sculptor. Continue reading →

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Did Hamlet Shop, Do You Suppose?

Posted on 29 March 2015 by Isabel Gibson

For years, I couldn’t walk into an antiques store without coming home with some little thing I never knew I always wanted. Ages change, and stages with them. Continue reading →

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To Be? That is the Question

Posted on 26 January 2014 by Isabel Gibson

An article about elk advocates – no, strike that, “elf advocates” – gives me a whole new way to think about who I am.   Elf advocates have joined forces with environmentalists to urge the Icelandic Road and Coastal Commission … Continue reading →

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The Non-post Post

Posted on 10 November 2013 by Isabel Gibson

After 9 straight 10-hour work days, my brain is in overdrive, skittering from the confessional, to AA, to the ShamWow! Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been nine days since my last timesheet. I shake my head — … Continue reading →

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Are Things Getting Blurry in Here?

Posted on 09 January 2013 by Isabel Gibson

One of a miscellany of short observations from a trip to Scotland. Heading out the front door in a blur, I make the mistake of looking in the narrow antique mirror placed there by some decorating maniac. Now, there’s a … Continue reading →

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Six for Artistic Impression

Posted on 29 July 2012 by Isabel Gibson

Life lessons learned by watching the Olympics.   Clicker box in one hand, snack bowl in the other, I lurch stiffly to my feet. This hands-free, grunt-free levitation earns me personal-best marks for both technical and artistic components. Before setting … Continue reading →

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Passports & Bathing Suits

Posted on 20 November 2011 by Isabel Gibson

Reflections on the completely gratuitous ravages caused by the passage of time. I mean, who asked it?   The hits just keep on coming. Nothing brings you into touch with your ‘not quite as toned as you’d like’ almost-60-year-old body … Continue reading →

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