On quiet evenings at home, it’s fun to daydream about packing up and moving to some faraway place. Books like Frances Mayes’ Under the Tuscan Sun or Peter Mayle’s A Year in Provence give us details that let us dream and sigh in glowing technicolor. They fill our imaginations with convincing particulars like sunny terraces, … Read More
I meant to edge up to retirement the way I’ve edged up to most of my life’s big changes: I would 1) read about it, 2) talk to friends, and 3) journal. It didn’t work out like that. Because my husband is a few years older than I am, so are his old friends from … Read More
As for many of us, the morning after I retired was a Saturday. It was a weekend, and besides I still had papers to grade. Then I had to pack for our summer up in Nova Scotia, and drive up, and settle in. (There’s unpacking, stocking the refrigerator, setting up my desk, checking on how … Read More