'I'm Sixty And I Wasted My Whole Life!'
Those so-called wasted years cleared you a path to magic.
Fig (1923) by Georgia O’Keeffe
I’m British. I couldn’t write this letter to an agony aunt in the UK. They just don’t respond in the way that you do. It's just not ‘British.’ Many of your letter writers appear to be a good bit younger than me. I’m sixty. But I still need a good talking-to, Polly.
I grew up with a narcissistic mother, and that’s …