An Elderly Woman Warned Me Not To Touch The Snow—The Next Morning, I Understood Why

that life doesn’t end at fifty-eight, that sometimes it barely begins. They taught me things I hadn’t known I needed to learn: how to laugh without permission, how to spend an afternoon without accounting for it, how to sit on a porch with a cup of tea and not feel guilty for the sitting.

I started drawing classes. I joined a book club. I took the bus continue reading …