Fifteen years ago, I was a new and shiny college graduate—at 33. Nine years ago I was a new bride—at 39. Seven years ago, I was still a young woman with a new baby—at 41. I used to laugh about my late blooming, but now it’s become premature aging and...
The gifts of maturity are many. Having lived a generous number of years means I can look back and say “I lived through that, I can live through this.” I’ve learned to be easier on myself, though I’m sometimes ashamed of how hard I am on others. The alternatives...