Rona MaynardDON’T CALL ME “SENIOR!”August 21 was my day. No, not my birthday — I’ll be 73 for another two months. The day I share with the rest of us who had the good…Aug 23, 2023Aug 23, 2023
Rona MaynardTWO BOWLS OF SOUPIn Memory of Val Ross, October 17, 1950 — February 17, 2008Aug 1, 2023Aug 1, 2023
Rona MaynardA PLACE FOR CHRISTOPHERA woman who walks a dog is going to meet a lot of men. In my part of town, they’re mostly down and out. One April morning at a neighborhood…Jul 26, 2023Jul 26, 2023
Rona MaynardGO, GRANNY, GO! AN ADVENTURE IN ART AND AGEI used to think of Pasadena, California as the setting of a Jan and Dean song about a little old lady (their words, not mine) with a zest…Feb 21, 2023Feb 21, 2023
Rona MaynardMY BROADWAY DEBUTThe year I turned 12, I just knew I was going to be famous. I pictured myself onstage, with a gleaming trophy in my arms and exultant fans…Feb 9, 2023Feb 9, 2023
Rona MaynardDON’T CALL ME DEAR!It was the kind of restaurant where the tables are draped in damask and the leather-bound wine list goes on for pages. A rosy-cheeked…Feb 6, 2023Feb 6, 2023
Rona MaynardTHE JOY OF OLD CLOTHESOld clothes are like old friends: they let me feel like myself. No other navy blue hat frames my face as this one does, so I’ll stick with…Dec 12, 2022Dec 12, 2022
Rona MaynardTHE MIDLIFE WOMAN’S NEW BEST FRIENDI hung onto midlife for all I was worth. On the brink of 70, I thought of myself as middle-aged. Not that I planned to live till 140. I…Dec 12, 2022Dec 12, 2022
Rona MaynardSYMPTOMS OF LOVEBack in the prime of my flesh and bones, I was always dying of something. Cancer, more often than not. Doctors learned to humor me. One…Dec 12, 2022Dec 12, 2022
Rona MaynardTillie’s Gift“Look at that front row,” said my mother. I’d been trying not to stare at the three queens of fiction. Both Margarets, Atwood and Laurence…Nov 22, 2022Nov 22, 2022