I am tip-toeing—or perhaps lurching—toward the age of 50. Whatever it means to be middle-aged, I am indisputably now well within that range. This stage of life has introduced some new trials, new difficulties, and new indignities, many of them related to a body that is no longer what it once was. But this stretch of time has also introduced some blessings. Among those blessings is a sense of realism about myself that may have been missing in my younger … Continue reading The Freedom of Embracing My Weaknesses