Next week, I’ll be heading to British Columbia to visit my daughter, granddaughters, family and friends. My husband gifted me the fare; he knows I’ve been aching to see the girls. I’ll be there for my daughter’s birthday, and to reacquaint myself with my granddaughters, who are teetering on the brink of their teenage years, at ages 11 and 13. My daughter will have her hands full for the next decade with these two little minxes.
For boomers, aging is a bit like puberty; we don’t know what’s next, and we’re both eagerly anticipative and terrified of what’s to come. Often simultaneously.
“Last night they loved you,
opening doors
and pulling some strings, angel”
Major Tom has left orbit for good. David Bowie’s indelible Aladdin Sane lightning bolt transfixed to our collective psyche and his audio imprint etched into turntables everywhere.
Bullseye Records of Canada
