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How Drooping Breasts Led Me to a Truck-driving Life of Adventure Marlaina Gayle 1
Back to School Susan Delacourt Susan Harada 10
Why I Colour My Hair Susan Mertens 19
A Club of One's Own Beth Atcheson 24
Karate for Felix, Tai Chi for Me Liz Whynot 28
A Woman over the Preschool Age Susan Musgrave 35
No Longer Just Acting Mary Walsh 43
Face It Linda Spalding 47
Rust Lynn Miles 53
Connecting (Feminist) Lines Diana Majury 55
Levity in the Face of Gravity Renate Mohr 63
Ways of Seeing Meri Collier 71
Ghosts Susan Lightstone 75
My Grandmothers' Skin Val Napoleon 81
Beauty Redefined Hélène Anne Fortin 87
My Last Erotic Poem Lorna Crozier 93
Cougars and Spaniels Lyn Cockburn 95
The Pleasures of an Older Man Harriett Lemer 100
Skin and Bones Maxine Matilpi 102
The Shady Side of Fifty Constance Backhouse 107
From Feisty to Respectable Elizabeth May 113
Finding My Voice
Struggling to Become an Elder Judy Rebick 119
Dinner Tastes Better than Ever Alison Smith 127
Facing the Void Dawn Rae Downton 130
At This Stage: More Wholly a Fool in Bright Orange Boots Sheree Fitch 138
Bump-Her Stick-Her Ann St James 147
Living beyond Loss Susannah Cohen Dalfen 151
My Colonoscopy Gail Kerbel 156
Of Birthdays and Bibliotherapy Ann Cowan 160
A Work in Progress Bonnie Sherr Klein 168
From Zero to Not Quite So Stupid Frances Bula 179
Turkey Flap Wisdom Lyndsay Green 186
It's All Fine Laura Robin 193
The Joys of Mostly Good Enough Heather-jane Robertson 198
No Country for Old Women? Lillian Zimmerman 202
It Will Be Easy (and other poems) Susan McMaster 211
Kick the Can Sheila Deane 218
Have Genes Will Travel Carol Bruneau 226
I Feel Great about My Hands Shari Graydon 235
Posted February 6, 2013
When I saw the title, I knew this book is where I’m at. By no means am I an octogenarian, and I’m double twenty and some.
A collection of connections on aging, I Feel Great about My Hands: And other unexpected Joys of Aging, edited by Shari Graydon, seems just the thing when pronounced with “the knees of a 70-year-old.”
I do fit right in among these women who have come of age, the second age of womanhood and third age of life. Joys of aging. I’ve certainly not heard very many olders through the years who gushed with joy about their fondness for the decade behind them and expectations for another incoming.
The past ten years have been costly on a most personal level. I believed in my health, that one thing we have if we have nothing else—except the illusion parted at age 33 with a diagnosis of melanoma. Six months later in was tumbling through a physical cascade, which was met with an emotional one. By the end of 2005 I thought I had seen the darkest days; I was wrong.
I read the words between the book’s covers and discovered a more subtle sweetness and far less bitterness. Each person’s writing was a dream of its own under the same sky, and I took the time to stop after each woman had her say. This is nonfiction. Nothing that began ended as I expected, but it is nonfiction.
I admit to reading bits to my husband and snickering, and crying. Sharon Carstairs pulled the chair from beneath me, so powerful the beginning and ending. Uncommonly familiar, “Finding One’s Voice.” Powerful women, potent ideas, rich, rich experience from which they rise.
If you’re pondering the pucker around your eyes or the irregular looping in your grandmother’s conversation, consider connecting with these women on a level you’d probably never experience face to face with anyone.