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...