People My Age

Well, it’s my birthday.  And I have a problem.

You might have noticed it yourself.  You may even have asked me about it.  Or wondered in stoic silence.   “Whatever will she do?” you asked yourself.  I am sure it has been weighing on you — heavily.  As well it should.

“FiftyFourAndAHalf,” that’s the problem.  It’s right up there at the top of the page.  Yup, the blog’s name.   I called it that in a fit of pique at the GOP who were going to take Medicare away from everyone under 55.  Starting with me.  It seemed grossly unfair when I was younger.  Like, you know, six months ago.

But, ummmm.  I’m not FiftyFourAndAHalf anymore.  I’m not even FiftyFourAndThreeQuarters, either — the name my son, Jacob, has been calling me.   Because my 55th birthday is here.  I tried to stop it, but, well, I failed.  My bad.

I didn’t know what to do.  I thought of taking a poll:



I must admit I was afraid of your answers.  More importantly, I was afraid that I had more poll questions than readers.

But then I saw this:

John Gorka, singing “People My Age”

It helped me make my decision.  It stiffened my resolve.  I wish I had thought of it sooner.  Like 20 years ago.  But back then, I didn’t know that people my age had started looking gross.

So I’m not going on to FiftyFive.  I don’t want to be my age, because people my age have started looking gross. 

I’m sticking with FiftyFourAndAHalf.

Man! I look better already.


Filed under Childhood Traumas, Climate Change, Elections, Family, Humor, Music, Science, Stupidity

107 responses to “People My Age

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  4. Hey, you have all of our permission to be whatever age you decide you are. OK? Fine. Now write on


  5. I think I am afraid of that poem. Maybe after it has been a while more since my birthday.

    Looking forward to hearing the story of the last couple of weeks in a more private setting!


  6. Clinton

    We missed your birthday? Ouch. I’m sorry. But we’ve been in hell around here. I do have a birthday poem I wrote for people our age that I could send belatedly if you’d like.


  7. Thanks! It was fun!


  8. Thanks, Renee. It’s a looking before I leap!


  9. Happy Birthday. I must confess – I have wondered if your blog was meant for just a half year or if you intended to change the name each half year – i.e. fifty-five and a half, etc. But I guess it doesn’t matter what you call it as long as it works.


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