Dermatology visit. Yes, a poem about body dots! This up-close-and-personal (too personal?!) account is approximately midway through a poem about my first dermatologist appointment. He touches a mole on my neck then dips darting eyes to my chest, to hairy, pigmented spots and rough, pinkish patches. Seborrheic keratosis. Solar lentigo. Normal. No cause for concern. These middle years ...
Body
Little Pot Belly
What little pot belly? Me? Are you kidding?!?! [Suck in gut. Turn sideways. Gaze confidently into mirror.] Nope. No little pot belly. Nothing. Not me! I'm trim. Fit. Svelte. Looking better than my thirties. Little pot belly... whatever! Billy Crystal's Midlife Crunch So you're feeling optimistic. You're advancing on your midlife quest for greater creativity and curiosity (and a healthier, ...
Exercise: Better Mood, Better Brain
"Moderate intensity aerobic exercise improves mood immediately and those improvements can last up to 12 hours... This goes a long way to show that even moderate aerobic exercise has the potential to mitigate the daily stress that results in your mood being disturbed." ~ Dr. Jeremy Sibold (Source: Inc.com) Good news. If you exercise you feel better. Runner's high. At least if you're a runner. I'm ...
Boom, Boom, Boom
One of the fastest growing markets in sex education today... [is comprised of those who] grew up in the hot '60s and are now confronting their own myths around sexuality, midlife and aging... The over-50, midlife, baby boomer sexual being has arrived. And what they want is support and information around how to expand their sexuality with changing bodies. [Source: Busted! 5 Myths About Sex After ...
Third Boob
I've just noticed that my third boob — a surplus nipped areola, smaller, less pigmented, lower, left of center, roughly midway between east tit and belly button — is almost gone. Vanishing from neglect, I suspect, or maybe just obscured by “the beard on my belly”, dubbed such by my nephews a dozen years ago. Yes, I just shared the first fifteen lines of a riff on my third breast. True. The poem. ...
Inguinal Hernia
Hospital sounds and smells. My bride and three nurses Surround me, comfort me. Scrubs. Questions. Needles. Surgeon arrives, fly unzipped. It’s too awkward to tell him. He marks the incision spot, Reassures me, and departs. I’m sleepy, drifting, dreamy. Jolly discovery, that bulge below the belly... An inguinal hernia. Likely earned in the saddle of a bike, pedaling upward on mountain roads, ...