Why do people hate and fear old age? Why is it so hard to see ourselves as belonging to the kingdom of old? Why does my own ageing seem overall a positive thing? What should I do with these age-related changes? What do other people think and feel and do? What am I for? How can I help?
Those questions puzzle me as I meander towards my 80th year, and I explore them through poems, books and blog. Phenomenal luck has figured in my making, but that won’t stop me dying one day.
One thing I know: I’m a writer, have been ever since I was a young girl. Through writing I try to make sense of life, especially (now) the strange experience of growing old. I also love drawing and taking photographs, preferably odd ones.
Talk to me! You know I like it.