I. Rose stood in her tiny, cluttered living room, trying to remember why she was there. “Go brush your teeth and find your glasses,” she said out loud, before following her own command: first to the bathroom to brush her teeth, then back to the living room to retrieve her trifocals from the large cherry coffee table that anchored the room. She had to laugh at herself, remembering how often her mother had done the same kind of thing as her memory began to fade. Another Senior Moment, she mused. It was a dreary, rainy day, and she had put … Continue reading “Age-isms”