We have slid into 2019.
Christmas is over — all of you were spared my rant about Christmas music, which I wrote but never published. You have been spared my observations about Christmas presents given and received.
I can’t wrap my head around the fact that my youngest graduates from college in five months. They were just teenagers a moment ago.
In her acceptance speech at the Golden Globes, Glen Close talked about her mother, who at the end of her life felt that she hadn’t accomplished anything. I know how that feels.
People keep trying to convince me that raising kids is in and of itself an accomplishement, but it does not feel like it. Part of this is larger societal pressures, but part of it is that I have been given a massive amount of very high quality education, and I feel that I have squandered it.
And each New Year is a reminder of the time that is passing, the opportunities that have gone.