We got an email from a friend a few years ago when he was celebrating his 88th birthday in Sarasota, Florida. “Going to dinner with my granddaughter and her Dad. Got myself a massage and just got home from my playwriting class. Busy day for an 88 year old.”

The Men I Knew: A Rear-View Reflection | Sixty And…
This is the most painful and raw story I have written to date – across all my blogs, interviews, and essays. Not because it is dramatic, but because it is vulnerable and honest. Some truths, once fully seen, can no longer be avoided. Never Married I have never been married.


