Ask her to promise that she will write again when she’s in her 80s. Silence on the fun of being old is nearly total, and so I weigh in. When we lose the lives we have loved, it’s time to hold the memories but find something new. And the best: the gift of being able to blend the rhythms of your long life with the cultural voice of each decade. I promise Ms. Druckerman that when she’s 87, people will be calling her by her first name again, and she will be loving the perspective that only decades can bring.

Source: New York Times May 13, 2018 18:56 UTC