Voices on the Wind Voices on Aging
Sketch of a Dancer by Beate Sigriddaughter "Know what I mean?" she likes to say. Tall, slender, dressed in black soft lace today, long skirt, high collar, white hair perfectly coiffed. Shoulders the tiniest bit stooped. Bright red lips demanding you ignore the stoop. She is proud to mention her age, seventy-six. Sometimes she has trouble breathing, takes medication before she goes out so she can dance, smile, imperiously rule her partners, Ken most Saturdays, others in the middle of the week. She is widowed eight years now, was married forty-six years, raised three children, isn't looking for a man. "Now I just want to dance, no relationship, and so on, no thank you. Know what I mean?" I know.