A late blooming boomer

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Well, that was easy but now for the hard part. Whenever I have to introduce myself, I always stumble. Who am I?

I grew up in north-central New York, where there are more cows than people. My hometown is very small, so small you…

A rant about serving as staff for an elderly cat.

Maxine aka She Who Must Be Obeyed. Photo by Marie A Bailey

This morning I abruptly woke to the music of our oldest boy kitty Junior harassing our oldest girl kitty Maxine. Music as in a melodramatic opera complete with hisses, snarls, and banshee cries. Groan. …

Finally, after forty years, I can (almost) be grateful for the experience.

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Once upon a time I worked in a candle factory. A fairy tale it was not. Unless you’re thinking of a Grimms’ fairy tale.

The story I’m going to tell is in response to an essay by Mary McGrath, recalling her worst job ever. …

My mother is just 2 years and 1 month away from 100 years old, but I’m not asking her if she wants to get there.

My mom when she was a hell of a lot younger. Photo owned by Marie A Bailey

A few weeks ago, Anne Emerick posted a funny and insightful story on whether why she refuses to self identify as “old” or as a “senior.”

After reading her story, I commented that my mother would be 98 in October so I don’t dare call myself old. Anne asked if…

Does the home I want even exist?

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My husband and I have lived in only a few places as adults: a very small town in upstate NY (me); Hialeah, Florida (husband); San Francisco, CA (both of us); and Tallahassee, Florida (both of us and currently). …

If I had known then what I know now, I might have stayed put and missed out. Trigger warning: Spiders and snakes.

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Thirty-some years ago, my husband and I opted to leave our cozy one-bedroom apartment in San Francisco, California, and move to Tallahassee, Florida. Why did we do that, you ask? Well, we ask ourselves that a lot now, but that’s not the point of my story. Yes, there are a…

I thought my childhood home would always be there for me.

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The first 21 years of my life were spent in the hamlet of Fort Hunter, New York. It was a small, quiet town with a long story. Its story goes back to the 17th century, when, after a land swap with Mohawk clans, a fort was built as was a…

Through the satisfying but tedious act of picking up trash

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Near my former workplace is a pond that I would always walk around during my lunch break. The pond is small, roughly a half mile in diameter and shaped like a stretched-out kidney. It plays host to dozens of pond sliders (turtles), minnow-like fish, and large birds such as blue…

Meeting the challenge of your marriage vows might come sooner than you think.

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In February 2001, I was diagnosed with endometrial cancer. I was 43 and scared shitless of cancer. My husband was scared too, but kept it to himself for the most part. I was freaking out. Somebody had to stay calm and it was him. That March, I underwent a total…

The true story behind my poem “The Astronomer’s Wife”

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I don’t remember exactly when I wrote “The Astronomer’s Wife,” but it was after a particular evening about ten years ago. I was curled up on our couch, trying to decide what we might watch on cable that night when my husband walked into the living room. He beamed a…

Marie A Bailey

Life-long writer. Four-cat mama. Introvert who loves solitude. Fledgling nature photographer. You can also find me at https://1writeway.com.

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