Apr 17, 2024
I know you’re writing about me, Michael. You must be. Everything is about me. Always. Narcissus are pretty. I like them. But are they prettier than me? Because of course…..
I know you’re writing about me, Michael. You must be. Everything is about me. Always. Narcissus are pretty. I like them. But are they prettier than me? Because of course…..
At 68, I started a new chapter in my life: I moved to France. Alone. It turned out to be quite the page-turner. Still is — even when age insists on a part.