If seniors are in their
sunset years, are baby-boomers at dusk?
Experience has taught me
that to become a particular thing, one must take on its essence.
At dusk, should I rather
be a matron? Can the substance of a handsome, round matron and that of a
beautiful, sensuous woman coexist? Perhaps, but I won't know until I have
bathed in the essence of both.
I look in the mirror
with the distant eye of a misty matriarch. I can see her with
Gauze skirt flowing,
hair softly curled, windswept. A purple silk shirt drapes
Fluorescent light and a
full length mirror slap away the illusion.
My hands feel the life
as they rest upon the warm belly of a glowing young
In the distance the deep
rumble. The Harley Davidson. The biker babe in me
Boots, blue jeans and
I gaze at the test
results--the hormones--and I go cold.
I reject the essence of
postmenopausal. I am not ready.
In long, flowing white
gauze, I glide.
listening to funk and sailing up the mountain.
"I look over at my
Cheryl Nicholas is a registered nurse, freelance author and editor. She has a Bachelor's of Science from Southeastern Louisiana University and majored in psychiatric social work at the University of Washington. She lives in a town nestled in the foothills of the North Cascade Mountains in Western Washington. She writes nonfiction essays and stories depicting life's challenges as opportunities for growth.