Meekly, I wade into middle-age melancholia

I’ve felt my age a lot this year. It goes beyond the pain in my arthritic knees or other physical foibles brought on by age. Every day I discover something I thought was solid has turned to liquid and I’m drowning in uncertainty. The words of the late Joan Didion haunt me; in the prefaceContinue reading “Meekly, I wade into middle-age melancholia”