Comparing the trivial passing of a day with three small children in 2018 to its equivalent in 2020.
On the mild disappointment of getting older
In November, I read an article in the Times written by Walter James, who turned 100 last year. It was entitled, "I remember love, just not how it feels". It was a beautifully written and poignant article, about both the practical hazards of a frail body, and the decline of sensibility that old age brings with... Continue Reading →