Tag Archives: Eliza Mimski

Subbing at Seventy

I subbed again today I was the art teacher in a kindergarten class The kids were out of control, but I loved them anyway Their inability to stay in their seats Their inability to listen Their continuous questions And me … Continue reading

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Old Woman on the Bus

Today, the strangest woman got on the bus. I tried not to stare but you know how that goes. She looked to be ninety with a shriveled face and snowy white hair. She stood no more than four feet tall. … Continue reading

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The History of My Bladder, Or: The Salad Bowl / The Toilet Bowl

If you’re squeamish about urine, you might not want to read this. Otherwise, proceed. This is the story of my bladder. I am seventy years old. Every woman my age has a bladder story. I never had chronic bladder problems … Continue reading

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The ABCs of Our Vagina, or New Vagi-words

When I was growing up, my mother used to put a big X on the calendar to mark the day she expected her period to start. She referred to it as the curse. I never questioned this, later learning that … Continue reading

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