Aging gracefully. Aging stubbornly.
I was having breakfast, espresso with a cookie, Italian-style, when my mother emerged from the kitchen waving a small book in her hands. “Look what I found!” While I am an equal opportunity junk disposer, throwing out everything and anything that I feel has no longer a purpose, my mother keeps the strangest things, like a diary from 1984 that, apparently, I took it upon myself to fill every single day of the year. Read more >