When I was nearly 18, a fellow high school senior from Buffalo lost his battle with cancer. His passing was my first encounter with death among peers, and it struck me deeply. It was a […]
When I was nearly 18, a fellow high school senior from Buffalo lost his battle with cancer. His passing was my first encounter with death among peers, and it struck me deeply. It was a […]
My brother Jon recently sent me a tweet about Grandma Moses, an artist who didn’t begin painting until 78. I hope we start talking and writing more about age and its possibilities versus its restrictions.