I’m participating in the Boomer Lit Friday Blog Hop again this week, which means I’m one of about two dozen boomer authors posting snippets of their work on their blogs. I hope you’ll check us all out at http://boomerlitfriday.blogspot.com/.
A tenet of Boomer Lit is that it’s about my generation’s transition to the third stage of life. In most cases, this refers to a boomer reaching the age of fifty or sixty and dealing with the changes that brings. But I was precocious. I developed an obsession with aging when I turned thirty-five. Having outgrown the 18-34 demographic, you see, I was no longer “officially” young. It shocked me that I was now older than the active National Football League players I’d once dreamed of dating. And as this week’s excerpt from my memoir, Incomplete Passes, shows, that wasn’t the only problem with my self-image:
I was excited to host Joan and her family, and I pulled out all the stops. But Joan told me, “You’re working too hard. This isn’t fun for you or for us. You’re turning into a regular Jewish mother.”
I supposed Joan–nee Goldberg–ought to know one when she saw one. Was she right? Was I turning into a Jewish mother, like my mother, like my mother-in-law? Even worse, was I turning into a
Q: How many Jewish mothers does it take to change a light bulb?
A: Never mind, I’ll sit in the dark.
… food-pushing …
Story of every Jewish holiday: They tried to kill us; we won; let’s eat.
… chronically anxious …
Jewish telegram: Begin worrying. Details to follow.
Jewish mother JOKE?
Was this the image I wanted for my middle years?
How did I come to terms with getting older? Would you believe … by scripting a musical comedy? If you’d like to know more, please use one of the links above to order Incomplete Passes, inquire at your favorite bookstore, or stop by my website at www.incompletepasses.com.
And remember to visit my fellow Boomer Lit authors at http://boomerlitfriday.blogspot.com/. We have something new for you every week.