A few summers ago, on an early morning run, I spotted a woman about a quarter mile ahead of me. From where I was, I could watch her without her seeing me. She was walking backward, waving her arms in some kind of expansive, unhurried gesture, and either singing or reciting something to the sunrise. … Read more
This weekend, my eighty-year-old mother came with us to a dinner at a friend’s house. Earlier in the day, she asked me what time she needed to be ready, and then she asked her real question: “Can I bring my phone with me?” Not that she needs my permission, and also, just for the record, … Read more
Middle age is when your age starts to show around your middle. Bob Hope I knew I wasn’t alone in feeling inexplicably tired after doing things that used to feel easy — that vague sense that my body had become a slightly less cooperative version of itself. No sharp pains, no dramatic symptoms, but noticeable … Read more
Here’s a confession: I’ve spent years writing about self-improvement, and I’m not entirely sure it’s made me better at any of it. What it has done is make me very good at recognizing, with painful clarity, the exact moment I’m doing the wrong thing. After going back through some older posts recently, I noticed they … Read more