Voices on the Wind Voices on Aging
On Being Propositioned at 60 by Kathryn Jacobs At birth we're more like angel food, all fluff and sponge and cream of tartar, till the years compress us, make us savory like fudge, or rich and dense like cheesecake. One small wedge is all the tongue can handle now that we're so concentrated, tart and sweet enough to make you shiver, flavors too intense for neophytes who feed on Wonder bread and Kraft and hot dogs for whom bland is king; those smooth blank faces. Start by coveting your comfort foods then. Because once you've fed on those of us whom time has textured, dense is all you're going to want, and you're too tame to interest us. But thank you all the same