Life's later decades present distinctive virtues—and vices.
How can we live well after 40? asks Barbara Bradley Hagerty. She could have consulted the wisdom traditions.
One day, as I considered my routine of pills and naps and exercises, I saw that it is not unlike praying the hours.
I have given my father many presents. The small bottle of fragrant bath essence I gave him last Christmas may be the most important one.
Without the rudder of memory, my father seemed adrift in a tiny boat on a wild, infinite sea, yet unconcerned with finding a way back to shore.
It’s been seven years, and I cannot access the word of peace. The tears still sting and slosh over my pail of remorse.