MY BOOK WIL BE AVAILABLE ON KINDLE next MONDAY OCTOBER 16.

Know someone in their 60s who has grandkids?  Maybe buy them this book along with the gift of laughter it will give – as a holiday present!  Please remember to leave a good review if you enjoyed the read!  Thank you!

 

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PLEASE TUNE IN TOMORROW OCTOBER 10 AT 11 a.m. SENIOR MOMENTS 88.1 FM WCWP. org

I was taped on Oct 3rd and talked about my life and how I came to write:  RAGING AGAINST AGING, kicking & screaming, laughing & crying, stretching & kvetching – available on Amazon and soon on Kindle.  The show will air tomorrow.  We laughed the entire hour and I hope you will, too.  RAGE, AGE with HUMOR!!!

 

I AM ON THE PODCAST -guest of Rabbi Address. INTERVIEW about my book

If you go to http://www.jewishsacredaging.org you will see that I am the featured guest of Rabbi Address.  He interviews me for 26 minutes about my new book:  RAGING AGAINST AGING kicking & screaming, laughing & crying, stretching & kvetching.  Available NOW on http://www.Amazon.com and Kindle.

AVAILABLE NOW ON AMAZON.COM OR AMAZON PRIME!!!!!!!

http://www.amazon.com  Search for Raging Against Aging.

MY PRESS RELEASE!

Jacqueline Becker For Immediate Release 10/1/2017
pbj27@optonline.net

 

October 12, 2017, date of publication on Amazon and Kindle of RAGING AGAINST AGING

My new nonfiction book is about getting older: kicking & screaming, laughing & crying, stretching & kvetching and is obviously targeted to the Boomers. It is very NYC and very Jewish, and I’m told, it is quite funny. It is not a how-to. It is a collection of personal narratives that started as small blogs that grew into my book.

My husband and I were in NYC celebrating our 25th anniversary. It was mid-afternoon when we found ourselves on a long line to board the crosstown bus. We were holding onto the straps behind the driver ,when suddenly, two young girls got up. I turned around to see who the lucky old people were. My husband was the only one standing behind me. I realized those seats were meant for US!

I wish I could tell you that I felt dignified, respected, deserving. The truth was I was mortified! I was OUTRAGED! Somehow I managed to mutter a thank-you but the whole ride back to our hotel, I fretted about what had given me away. Was it my gray roots? Was it my wrinkles? My sagging neck? My orthopedic shoes that I have to wear?

Hence, the title: RAGING AGAINST AGING and chapter one: Orthopedic shoes and Dinner. Can Orthopedic Shoes be sexy? romantic?

If you know what I am talking about, you may want to buy my book. If you have not yet had the pleasure of this experience, then you may want to buy my book for your mother or aunt or grandmother.

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Shoes Again!!!!

We walk to the cross town bus.  We wait on line.  We board  the crowded bus.  Two young girls – Are they  in their teens?  Are they in their early twenties?  What difference does it make? – offer their seats.  I look behind me to see whom they are talking to.  My husband is standing right behind me.  They are getting up.  The seats are empty.  I am confused.  In a split second, the opportunist in me goes for the seats.  I manage to whisper a thank-you but for the duration of the ride back to the hotel I keep asking myself:  Was it my gray roots?  Was it my wrinkled face?  Was it my orthopedic shoes?  

I look down at my feet.  The shoes are cute in an ugly way, I reassure myself.   I remember my girlfriend’s son’s wedding.  It was a black tie affair for the family members.  It was not difficult for me to find a lavender ruched cocktail dress that made my figure look good and brought out my lavender blue eyes.  Then I looked down at my feet.  I did not know what to do.  I had worn cork low heeled sandals to my own daughter’s wedding and that was several years ago.  I went online and ordered a pair of cork bottomed flat silver sandals that I knew were too sporty for the event but what choice did I have?  My husband put on his black sneakers. 

We arrived a few minutes early and I had the opportunity to look at everyone’s feet as they entered the lobby.  I found one woman hiding a pair of silver loafers under a royal blue gown. Another woman had a pair of sneakers under her red sequined pants outfit.  Why isn’t anyone making silver flat comfortable Mary Janes in a stretchy fabric with a glitzy button?   And don’t think I did not beg for something like this when I was at Harry’s.  Naot?  Finn?  Aetrex?  Is anyone listening?unnamed-2

Eight Hammertoes and Two Fallen Arches = Orthopedic Shoes

“Extra deep toe box for those hammertoes,” the salesman said, holding up a quilted black patent leather walking shoe.  “Extra cushioning for the pad, steel support for the arches and metatarsals,” he added winking.

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“Try them on?” he sort of asked, sort of led.

We were supposed to feel like we were in our twenties, romantically intertwined with no obligations.  We were supposed to hold hands and walk around the city aimlessly, mindlessly.  We were supposed to drink in the energy all around us while losing ourselves looking into each other’s eyes.

Oh, we did walk around but we had to make so many pit stops along the way that we changed our route to be near the Starbucks and McDonalds.  We never made it to Riverside Park.  Instead we stuck close to Broadway on the Upper West Side.  Broadway is utilitarian and dirty with its fair share of the homeless.                                     

It was supposed to be a glorious four days, sunny, warmish with just a hint of the fall to come.  But our first day turns cloudy and windy with a hint of the coming autumn.

We are in the autumn of our lives.

We found ourselves directly across the street from Harry’s, the mecca for people with problematic feet.  We were not holding hands.  The store had restrooms and we both have difficulty finding shoes that fit us comfortably.

I dragged my husband in.   He went to the bathroom and I began to look for shoes. 

“Do you have anything else?” I practically begged.

“They are made in Germany,” he continued.  “They offer such good support especially for diabetics who have neuropathy.”

Years ago, I lost sensation first in my toes, then in my feet, then in my legs.  The doctors call it “idiopathic neuropathy,” or cause unknown.  Was this salesman reading my mind?

I put the shoes on.  “In Germany, these would be considered medical shoes,” the salesman ends his sales pitch.

A voice deep inside me says: In Germany, they did experiments on my people.  I hope these shoes are not a product of Mengele’s “scientific” research.

I look down.  The shoes do not look so bad.  They are sort of cute in an odd way.  And I think they can become a conversation piece.  And besides what choice do I really have?  They are the only shoes that really fit me.

“Let me walk around,” I say to the salesman “But please check if you have anything else.” 

I go searching for my husband.  I find him on the other side of the store, with his own salesman, trying on supportive sneakers and comfortably wide dress shoes.  The kind you cannot find on the internet.

I walk back and to my surprise, the salesman is sporting two more boxes.  He holds up the same shoes that is on my foot – one in brown leather and one in brown nubuck. 

I swallow my pride and take the nubucks, too.

We meet up at the cash register.  The bill comes to $1100.00 and change.

“Eleven hundred dollars,” I muse.  “Our hotel, the four nights, is costing us $ 1600.00” 

My husband nods but reminds me that we need the shoes.  I breathe deeply and together, we decide to have the extra pairs sent home because this is our twenty-fifth anniversary and we are here for four days.

I walk out wearing  my German black patent quilted walking shoes.  They are extremely comfortable and help me feel more balanced.  But they are a little heavy and they seem to weigh me down.  Maybe I should have gotten some jewelry instead.

We walk to a local restaurant that serves healthy type foods.  My husband cannot have any salt.  I watch the carbs.  I cannot eat dairy.  My husband has to hydrate.  I drink bottled water.  My husband has high cholesterol.  I watch what he eats. 

At night, the mocha colored walls seem darker.  The one window in the living room of our hotel suite, looks small because of the heavy curtains that drape it on both sides.  The lights are too dim.  We are surprised to find champagne on ice on the entrance table –   a gift from  hotel management.   We are too tired to drink  and put it in the fridge for the next day.

I take off my shoes and socks.  My feet are naked and exposed.  My toes are twisted like bent twigs.  They are really, really ugly.   When did this happen? 

The Cialis commercial is shot in the desert.  Maybe we should have gone to Scottsdale or Santa Fe.  We are so tired, we decide to shower in the morning.  My husband falls asleep just like that.  I get out of bed.

We could have gone to Paris, Montreal, Chicago, Austin, Toronto.  We wanted to come to Manhattan.

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