All of the ideas that became the short stories in my books, The Sunset Gang and later It’s Never Too Late for Love came from the “Yentas” of Century Village, including my mother. I owe them a profound debt of gratitude.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about age stereotypes and their relationship to our willingness –– or reluctance –– to be ourselves.
I am seriously thinking about lying about my age. Of course it’s impossible. The internet has my age engraved in perpetuity.