Aging with Grace – Loving Oneself

In New York, where the way people protect their boundaries can predict paranoia, I never would have approached the woman in purple. But I was an American in Paris, she was “of a certain age”, I was captivated by her poise and presence, and I wanted her to know she was not invisible. David and I had boarded Bus 80 at Porte de Versailles. Our morning at the Salon du Chocolat had stretched well into the afternoon and left us [...]