I often wince and look away from a very old face on the street or on a page, look away, get away. Is it fear that makes me avert my eyes? I don’t know. But when I choose to look back, it’s amazing what I find. All that fear and loathing of old age I’ve…

The Pleasures of Age / February 19, 2018

I’ve been visiting an old friend regularly for about two months now. I met Kevin a little more than 50 years ago, in Los Angeles. He was one of my supervisors, on my pre-doctoral internship, as I tried to figure out how to be a clinical psychologist. Now, he’s in a skilled nursing unit, close…

Recent Conversations / February 10, 2018