Oct 022014
 
Tie-Dyed Twice: Boomer Time Warp and Woodstock

It happened to me when I took my son, then fourteen, to Neil Young’s Bridge School Benefit Concert. Searching for garlic fries, I suddenly stumbled on a time warp. Young girls were walking by wearing flowing peasant skirts or blouses with long, straight hair like Rapunzel’s hanging down their backs. Stands were selling funky jewelry […]

Sep 172014
 
IF THE SHOE FITS, WEAR IT—SHOES, SEX AND THE SINGLE LIFE

It’s the delicate balance between pleasure and pain, torture and beauty, function and art. No, not sadomasochistic sex or Fifty Shades of Grey. The topic is more important: SHOES. I spent a sick day at home this week, moping and sneezing. I could have caught up on library books, visited online dating sites to find […]

Sep 032014
 
THE SENATE SINGALONG, THE MATURE SINGLE, AND SEX

As a music-loving mature single, I’ve danced and sung along in sweaty dives, badly lit blues bars, crowded clubs, and other typical live music venues. Last week, I abandoned the blues bars and boomer Meetups for two unusual sing-alongs–an informal singalong group that meets after services at Congregation Kol Emeth and to a Beatles Shabbat […]

Aug 202014
 
ROBIN WILLIAMS, BOOMER, R.I.P.

I found out that Robin Williams was dead just as I was called into a family meeting at the bedside of an elderly patient. Two medical teams, including Hospice, were with five of the patient’s eight children to discuss end-of-life decisions. “Do you want to be included in this discussion?” the Hospice doc asked the […]

Aug 132014
 
MAKE LOVE, NOT WAR?  BOOMERS, LOVE, BROZA, WAR

A perfect day in California—a ringside seat on the grass under a broad, blue sky at the Jewish Community Center in Los Gatos to hear David Broza, Israeli international rock star and peace activist, who sings his heart out in English, Hebrew, and Spanish, plays guitar like a demon, and occasionally throws his head back […]

Jul 162014
 
9/11 and Music in the Park:  Mature Single in Manhattan Chapter 4

The day after my daughter’s graduation, we’re walking through Washington Square Park, in the heart of Greenwich Village, which has become my favorite new place. I can so imagine myself living here—a Manhattan mature single–in a Village loft, going to coffee dates in funky cafes like Annie Hall, living my own Manhattan romance (without Woody […]

Jul 082014
 
BOOMERS AND LITTLE OLD LADIES--MATURE SINGLE IN MANHATTAN-CHAPTER 3

Strolling the streets of the West Village of Manhattan is an eye-filling experience for this mature single. After years of marriage, divorce, and mature singlehood in Silicon Valley, at least some of the variety of human beings I’m seeing are not software engineers, hardware geeks, or programmers. A whole new cast of characters, lots of […]

Jun 262014
 
BOOOMER GRADUATIONS:  MATURE SINGLE IN MANHATTAN CHAPTER TWO

It’s the season of graduations—elementary school, high school, college. A friend just showed me a video of her child’s graduation from Pre-School where the kids even wore mortarboard hats. But graduations are not just for children or young people– they’re also for parents. As a mature single, it’s a mostly sweet—but also bittersweet—boomer life cycle […]

Jun 182014
 
Too Old to Party? The Mature Single in Manhattan--Chapter 1

I’m in Manhattan—a divorced mature single—here in New York for my daughter’s college graduation. It’s the day before the graduation, and I’m in a club in Manhattan on the Upper West Side, surrounded by twenty-somethings. I’m the only boomer-age person in the room. The Gen-Y D.J. has the volume turned up to assault levels—the walls […]

May 222014
 
Dying before Lunch:  The Mature Single, Medicine, and Meetings with Mortality

Our least favorite topics? Death and taxes. if faced with only these two alternatives, I’ll take taxes. Boomers don’t believe in death. Committed to our longevity, Fitbits attached, we’ll do whatever it takes to avoid the very last lifecycle event–like children playing hide-and-seek by covering their eyes. Meetings with mortality wait in the wings for […]