At 60.3, it’s liberating to wear little more on my face than a smile. Buck snapped this picture last night. I was sitting cross-legged on a coffee table taking pictures of him with Maggie on his lap when he asked for the camera.
When I started Ten Little Years, I thought it would be cool to journal my own decade between age 60 and 70.
Got away from it for a while, but I’ll be dipping in and out here. Join the conversation if you’re of a mind.