Rose Mary Clarke’s Story Archive

Pages of Life

“Time is but a stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it, but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is.” —Henry David Thoreau    Walden Last week I wrote about turning flip-flops through time. The capacity that humans have of venturing into the … Read More

Turning Flipflops

I recently crossed that great divide between seventy and eighty years old. Seventy isn’t so bad. Some people even call it middle age. (Bet me!) It no longer has the distinction of great longevity because many people live into their nineties or reach one hundred. The last parent of the … Read More

The Confession of a Junky

“Words, words, words! My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thought never to Heaven go.” — Shakespeare, “Hamlet” Oh dear! At age eighty, I’ve become addicted! No, not to drugs or alcohol, although I do enjoy occasionally enjoy champagne, wine or a Margarita. However, I do understand … Read More

Rose Mary’s Words of Wisdom Upon Growing Old, Part 5

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.  — Reinhold Niebuhr Image, image, image! People are so enslaved by image that some won’t use walking aids. However, pride goeth before a fall. … Read More

Rose Mary’s Words of Wisdom Upon Growing Old, Part 4

One of my friends had always wanted to see India’s Taj Mahal. She didn’t want to attempt it on her own as she’s my age, so she paid the expenses of an acquaintance to accompany her. Her friend grew up in India, speaks the language and knows about the food. … Read More