On the strange gift of starting over at fifty
Nobody tells you that the thing you thought was an ending might be the most interesting beginning of your life. I've been thinking about that a lot lately.
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Essays, observations, and honest dispatches from a life still in progress — for women who are paying attention.
Nobody tells you that the thing you thought was an ending might be the most interesting beginning of your life. I've been thinking about that a lot lately.
Teaching
My students taught me far more than I ever taught them. The most important lesson had nothing to do with literature.
Reading
A reading life is a kind of autobiography. Here are the books that wrote mine.
Writing
My first book came out when I was fifty-two. I used to feel embarrassed about that. I don't anymore.
Family
You are exactly where you are supposed to be. Even when it doesn't feel that way. Especially then.
Writing
Three pages, longhand, every morning before the world gets loud. It sounds small. It changed everything.
Faith
I've never found faith and doubt to be opposites. They've always felt more like companions on a long walk.
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