And there they are. May 2013, Brooklyn.
Over the past two and a half years, this blog has taught me lots of things — to write down moments, to keep track of feelings, to share stories with the world. It came as a wonderful surprise that people seemed to connect with the moments and feelings and stories on here. Maybe we’re all grandchildren, I started thinking. And maybe it’s about time I do this full time.
So, big news: I’ve decided to go back to school.
Starting this fall, I’ll be working towards my master’s in population and social gerontology. It’s a two-year, joint program through Miami University in Ohio and Mahidol University in Thailand. Basically, I’ll be learning about how the worldwide population is aging, and how eastern and western societies are approaching the challenge of serving their oldest citizens, helping them live with dignity and strength until the end.
Let's Dance: Generations Step to the Beat -
See, I promised there’d be more on our DOROT Young Professionals afternoon with Ballet Hispanico! I said it before, and I say it in my AARP piece: This might have been our best event to date. The room was so full of energy and joy. Dance brought out the best in us, and it was as if we were all the same age. Or, rather, age wasn’t part of the equation. Let’s do more of this — everywhere. How about it?
Birthday party pic. March 2013, Manhattan.
In years past, for Arthur’s birthday, I’ve given him cards with messages from readers and Twitter followers. I thought about doing it again this year, but then I figured, why not shake things up?
I’d gotten an email from William, who DOROT paired with a dear friend of mine. He remembered that Arthur was a big theater buff like himself, and that I’d said they would get along quite well. Could we schedule a time for introductions, he asked.
The time, as it turned out, fell on the Friday before Arthur’s birthday. I brought daffodils and doughnuts, and William, though meeting him for the very first time, brought him a card. It was a party of three!
That card still sits on the table next to Arthur in the living room. It was a special visit. And with continued luck, the start of a friendship.
How a Random Act of Kindness Helped Me Heal -
I somehow forgot to link to last month’s AARP post, about the gift my aunt gave me the last time I was home in Pennsylvania. It came as a complete surprise, both to her and to me. I hope you enjoy the story — and pass the kindness on.
Related: My middle school math teacher used to have us read from a book of Random Acts of Kindness to start each class. Yes, my math teacher. She was just that special, and I was just that lucky.
Gornisht mit gornisht. — Arthur, the other day when I asked what he’s been up to. It’s Yiddish for “nothing with nothing,” a variation, I think, on his usual response: “Shit!” Well, Arthur, tonight we will be up to something, or… nothing. We’re seeing Much Ado About Nothing at The Duke, the first play we’ve seen in since October. Happy Pesach!