I get rattled when new information appears in my life about what the rest of my years are going to look like. Call me naive, but I thought I’d reach a certain age (not sure what age, exactly) and my life would be “set.” I’d know what and with whom I identify and what I Read More
At thirty and forty years of age, I didn’t think about the end. Now, at sixty-eight, I’m clearly Read More
Whenever I say “I don’t care,” you can pretty much bet I do care, and deeply, about whatever Read More
At this point in my life, I have known only a handful of people who were fearless. I Read More