My 90th birthday is here. Did I make a contribution, have a good time, live wisely, maybe accomplish something? Frankly, I don't know. I didn't find life a big performance as much as a steady marathon race.
My mother celebrates 90 years today. She's asked me to keep it a secret. To tell people she is only 89. For some reason, she seems to think this sounds better. I beg to differ. Here's why.
As we grow older, we tend to think in terms of past events. While the past is important, when I speak about Deborah, I always describe her as a woman with a future.