It is incumbent upon us as individuals and as a society to work diligently towards a day when we see a person before us who has lived a long life and we no longer patronize them, disrespect them or dismiss them.
Already, boomers are rewriting the script on aging, reinventing retirement and even death. Choosing the right to die, a.k.a. euthanasia, when we're ill, frail, or no longer have quality of life, may well be the new hot button issue.
I remember the moment I truly understood my mother, a woman I couldn't understand for the life of me ... I saw her loneliness that day. I saw it because, for the first time, I felt glimmers of it in my own life.
The first 50-year period is already a known quantity: a person is born, passes to adulthood, finds a partner and raises children. But no such certainty applies to the next 50 years. What do you expect your second lifetime to be?
Emily, Alone is a book of quiet yet stunning beauty; steady and trim from the outside, like its protagonist, and, just like her, stirring inside with intense observations, and a strong attachment to living.
For me, putting a pile of poems in the center of the room has the same effect as a punchbowl laced with LSD. It opens, expands, lifts, and loosens separate selves enough to stir a sensation of collective consciousness.