I know a mama who is terrified of sending her first-born child to college. Also, she is overjoyed - though, these are not the words she uses. These precise words belong to someone else (we'll get to that), but they apply here, too. I ran into her, this mama, several weeks ago at the neighborhood … Continue reading Beside ourselves.
The third thing she told me was that life begins at 50. She said this just to me, out of earshot from my traveling companion, as she was tucking me back into the driver's seat, right before she said, "I love you," which is what she always said at the end. We had been together … Continue reading Life begins at 50.