It's been hitting me lately, in ways subtle and not so, in realizations and inchoate feelings: I am becoming old. I feel it in my bones. I hear the encroachment of mortality like waves beating on the shore. There's an ashen hush of ending, a poignant surrender, an echo of a life lived.
It's me. That's the part I can't get over. This person who putters about my house who is increasingl
The Great Transition--becoming an older person, feelings and thoughts
It's me. That's the part I can't get over. This person who putters about my house who is increasingl
