When Your Own Words Come Back to You

When Your Own Words Come Back to You

Not long ago a friend sent me a gift. It arrived in the mail as a small strip of paper. Written on it in beautiful calligraphy — with a large initial letter flashing in gold — were the words: “Mistakes are only messages about how to do it better next time.” I called...

A Little Over a Month After Surgery

Now that March is well underway, I find myself healing quickly from my knee replacement — something that delights me more than I can say. It has now been a little over a month since the surgery, and I’m already walking without a walker or cane. Actually, I abandoned...

The Surprising Happiness of Being Old

We were sipping espresso at a Paris café when my young cousin blurted: “I’m 59. In a few months I’ll be 60. What’s it like to be —?” She choked on old. “I’m afraid,” she whispered. Of course she is. Fear is what we mostly hear about aging. Fear of abandonment, pain,...

Is Love Different in Old Age?

A few years ago, when I was 82, I fell madly, wildly in love with a man, a younger man —22 years younger to be exact— and I might mention it was also to my shame, because there is something unseemly about an old woman falling for a beautiful younger man, even if he is...