Malena EljumailyI've learned to be more careful with my words.
This past April, I saw my husband fretting and stressing over taxes. I warned him, "You need to relax or you'll have a stroke."
Of course, I was exaggerating, but a week later he had a stroke. The doctor said it had nothing to do with stress and taxes. I wonder. He's made a complete recovery and life is back to normal now.
Today, stepping over piles of junk and toys, I wanted to ask my son, "Would it kill you to clean your room?" But I held my tongue.
Albert J. Rothman
We were lovers. I was 70, she was 53. We celebrated my 70th birthday, but for the fun of it we labeled it my second sixtieth birthday. At the party a friend gave me a gift, a clock that runs backward.
One day, she said, “You’re too old for me,” and she left.
Strangely, the clock had magical powers. Each week I became a year younger. Finally my age regressed to 40 and remained stable.
By chance we met and became lovers again. Later I told her I wanted my freedom.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because you’re too old for me.”