Old-age friendships are slightly different from those made in the past, which consisted largely of sharing whatever happened to be going on. What happens to
I can’t have been the only viewer of the U.S. Open women’s final, who teared up at the sight of the two competitors, Roberta and
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books, the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.