What the News Taught Me About Age and Ageism I Did Not Know

I have learned several things in the newspapers over the course of the last couple of days that, although not all speak directly to age, the lens could certainly be applied. For instance, I learned that U.S. researchers of the virus are not yet seriously applying the lens of gender to the data they are gathering, thus already leaving a large gap wide open in helping to construct an understanding of how this epidemic influences the bodies and daily lived experiences of women.

What Mrs. Callie Terrell Taught Me About Strength and Fragility That I Did Not Know

Who might better represent the embodiment of two seemingly oxymoronic words as strong and fragile? The beauty of spirit and mind lovingly intertwined into the person that is Ms. Callie Terrell is a living testament to the unity of what many might assume to be impossible. I did not truly know, prior to talking with Ms. Terrell, what the active living of those two terms might look or feel like, but I encountered something profound in the (virtual) presence of Ms. Terrell.

Eye/I Log #4: What the News Taught Me

To say that this is an interesting time we’re in would be an understatement. I’ve never been one to watch the news, although I do try to keep up with what’s going on in the world. I haven’t been watching the news during this pandemic by choice in order to protect my mental health.

The Shopping Queen

She called me beautiful. As I backed my cart up to let her pass, she breezed by and, with an eye-crinkling smile, said, “Thank you, beautiful.” Suddenly, I am pulled from my mindless shopping stupor and, for a fleeting moment, I am face to face with my future. Although a mask blocked her lips, I saw a smile in her cloudy eyes.

What the News Taught Me

To say that this is an interesting time we’re in would be an understatement. I’ve never been one to watch the news, although I do try to keep up with what’s going on in the world. I haven’t been watching the news during this pandemic by choice in order to protect my mental health.

Eye-I Essay #2

I remember watching her walk back and forth past the window. She walked with a limp at a steady pace, her eyes were wide and low, and she spoke to voices only she could hear. Occasionally she would laugh to herself, and smile a toothless grin.

Lost Light

There is sadness in her eyes. Her voice quivers as she speaks. She sleeps to escape reality. As the coronavirus sweeps the nation, she is depressed. She does not get up in the morning. She does not want to look outside.

Hall Street

As I walk down my driveway, I see her sitting and soaking in the sun. Relaxed. Although there is pollen in the air, she seems perfectly comfortable as if there were some protective shield around her.