Carole’s Story: Love of Art, Art of Love
I pulled into the driveway across from Hoover reservoir on a rainy April morning. The road was jammed with people coming to watch the regatta. … Read More »Carole’s Story: Love of Art, Art of Love
I pulled into the driveway across from Hoover reservoir on a rainy April morning. The road was jammed with people coming to watch the regatta. … Read More »Carole’s Story: Love of Art, Art of Love
For the last ten years or so, instead of cultivating admirers, I’ve been quietly investing hours and hours in two friendships.
Arthur Brooks tells us “decline is unavoidable. But aging isn’t all bad news. There are some specific ways in which we naturally get smarter and more skillful.”
Brooks found that “people who strive to be excellent at what they do often wind up finding their inevitable decline terrifying, their successes increasingly unsatisfying.”
A growing sense of absence followed Dad’s fall. I was on my own. There was no hand to hold me.