Something magical happens when we get old. We automatically become wise.
I’d like to think that old age stereotype was true. Certainly by the time we reach our sixties, there’s a mass of knowledge and experience crammed into our brains. But does that make us wise? Read More →
“At 82 years old, the fact that £10,000 is missing is affecting my health.”
I’m glad the Telegraph’s Ask Jessica found the missing £10k for that reader, but is being 82 really relevant? Read More →
“I made you coffee,” I say, sinking onto the sofa beside my husband. “Fetch it yourself. It’s in the kitchen.”
How mean is that?
Not a bit of it. Read More →
Oh, but the elderly are so morose and anxious and cranky and stubborn. It turns out they’re misers too. … but we can at least sympathise: old men think that they are ignored, hated and laughed at; what’s more, every hurt is horrible for a frail body. Cicero
Yes, grumpy old men go back to ancient times. But so does sympathy for the trials of old age and appreciation of its strengths. These are themes in Tom Payne’s book The Ancient Art of Growing Old, which looks at how the Greeks and Romans regarded old age. Read More →
The best kept secret of old age: no, not how to avoid wrinkles, they come with the territory. But the fact that it is an exciting, liberating place to be.
Not for everyone. Bad stuff happens and sometimes it overwhelms us. We need to hear the voices of those who suffer in old age and address their health and social needs.
But at the same time, we need to hear the voices which reflect the joy of later life. That it is possible to grow and thrive, and to enjoy being older. Read More →