On aging:

My elder daughter is two years shy of 60, and my younger daughter is 54. I like being old enough to follow the narrative of their lives. To see how they came out. You raise them, but if you die young you don’t get to see them become settled human beings with their sorrows and joys.

…Aging has given me enormous peace of mind…now that my daughters are adults, we can have completely normal and useful conversations.

Read more about the reflections of an 81 year old writer here.

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