The Aging Perspective

An essay for anyone who has something to say and is brave enough to tell it! By Jill Modell-Dion A writer must thoroughly examine one's work before publication so others can judge and scrutinize it. Over and over, I read, rethink, and rewrite, waiting for self-approval to kick in like a light switching on. The words I select are like stepping stones. I’m building a trail of phrases and lines, hoping to take the reader in the direction I want them to go, stuck on a path, anticipating what’s around the corner......Stone by stone, brick by brick, the thoughts I...

Welcome to my web page for anyone who wants to read and share comments about my book Tales Out Of The Mills    Description / Purchase  10/09/24 MESSAGE of the day -Today we are bracing for hurricane Milton. It's John Lennon's birthday so to all my family, close pals and Friends of the Mills wishing you happiness and safe journeys. *******"Just imagine Imagine all the people Livin' life in peace" Taken from my   INTRODUCTION Moving to Marstons Mills I was familiar with the Mills since I often visited friends who lived in the small bungalow house on River Rd, which closely intersected with Bog Rd. Before the building...

If going to the gym were a poetry class, most likely, I’d rarely miss a day.  When I cycle and stretch in my classes, my head constantly fills up with ideas. I become distracted, or as I like to call it, “vision-tracked.” It’s common for the instructor to call out straight in my direction. “Pay attention,” It appears I’m drifting off, but I’m simply multitasking. I’m visiting images and concepts in that overworked brain of mine —“Oh, my thoughts runneth over.”    I bend beyond my limits  I fold at the very angle of rebellion  and yield to my inner core...

by Jill Modell Modell-Dion Once upon a time —like in a fairytale is the go-to line I often use when addressing my middle-grade students. More often than not, it’s a guarantee to lose their interest immediately. Believe me when I say they’re a tough audience. Maybe I’m annoying when I complain about the world and its present state or when I open a conversation with, “When I was a kid.” I scan the room and can see their faces cringe as I am about to recall tales of the past. The question I should be asking at that exact moment...

Sometimes the road best traveled is the part that’s not journeyed alone. Despite this truth, no one more than me appreciates the benefits of solitude. My motto proclaims, “Writing allows me to create a world where I’m never lonely.” And when writing, I am usually alone, except in my head, and I typically enjoy the company. So when traveling, my preferences for time alone versus spending it with others varies. I delight in the singleness when flying. Earbuds are an excellent signal to others, “Please leave me alone,” but if I am lucky and find myself next to an interesting...