Growing older
Last year I turned sixty-one. My husband, Warren, has been with me for three and a half decades, and he is two and a half years older. This has meant I’ve had insight into how I’ll view life in coming years, no matter what age I am. At times I haven’t understood his point of view, but whenever I’ve caught up to a particular birthday, I had fresh perspective on where his mind was. Then I was…
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