Lori Duff Writes
I will not deny that I am older than my 47 years might imply. I’m not particularly young at heart, I’m a soul that belongs in assisted living. I know this for many reasons, not the least of which was that I went last night, with my good friend Eleni, to see Rick Springfield and…
The other day, I went out to brunch with some old college friends that I hadn’t seen in a while. Three of us had kids, roughly the same age. The lone guy was single with no kids. The two other women and I realized rather quickly that the only thing we were talking about was…
If you want to feel old, mark the passing of a quarter century since you’ve accomplished something. Such was how I felt when I walked into the room of old people at my 25th college reunion and found out that they were my classmates. I was a teenager at the same time as these balding…
I have a tendency to make obscure references, which don’t feel obscure to me, since they are based on things I’ve seen and remember. To me, the more things you know, the more random connections you can make, and so the funnier the world is. Plus, I like to be able to participate in whatever…
Generally speaking, I’m not a big fan of stuff. Stuff is just clutter. I want to get rid of stuff. I’m not particularly sentimental, although I do have trouble getting rid of stuff with faces. Photographs, stuffed animals, even Happy Meal Toys. Their little eyes just look up at me from the trash can and…