Patricia Bunin

Anyone who knew me when I was much younger would have laughed at the idea of me writing a column called Senior Moments . For reasons it might have taken years

Columnist Patricia Bunin writes: Maybe I just liked the idea of being young, until aging defined itself as a privilege.

The holes in my walls began speaking to me several weeks ago. “Be careful what you ask for,” the one in the entry hall said as plaster puddled around the circular opening the electrician had carved.

What happens in the night? All the little tasks I have procrastinated about in the day line themselves up on my internal desk, ready to roll.

It seemed appropriate to listen to the Joan Baez version of “All My Trials” as I sat on the floor playing old record albums on the stereo, which

Restricted. I saw the sign from the window of my father's light blue Nash Rambler on a Sunday drive through a fashionable neighborhood of a Virginia suburb.

Years ago, columnist Patricia Bunin says her father taught her about bigotry. A fresh attack shows it hasn’t gone away.

Ricki spent her life performing random acts of kindness. I don't think she ever thought of it that way; it was just who she was. If she saw a need, she filled it.

The untruth still haunts me even though I thought I had convinced myself that it was the kinder act of conscience.

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