In one of Virginia Woolf’s last diary entries she wrote: “Observe perpetually. Observe the oncome of age. By that means it becomes serviceable.” And that’s what I find myself doing. I’m both a participant in and an observer of my aging, and I find it a fascinating journey and a rich resource for my writing.
“Seventy” is my latest essay, in which I quit beating around the bush & out myself in big bold numbers. It’s just been published by Stonecoast Review, and you can read it here.