Beauty, in my own eyes
What I keep, what I release, and why care still matters to me.
At seventy
Seventy, and Other Discoveries
This chapter is not an ending. It may be the first time I have had room to ask what belongs to me.
I am less interested in being admired than in knowing myself—and less willing to confuse loyalty with disappearing.
In my own words
I take care of my health because I want to remain curious and part of the world, not because I expect to defeat time. I still have doubts. I still care about beauty. I am still learning what freedom, loyalty, solitude, and love mean when I include myself in the question.
What I’m exploring
Notes from a lifeThe solitude that suits me
I do not need to belong everywhere to feel connected.
Loyalty and remembering myself
The questions I carry about devotion, trust, and self-respect.
What I actually like
Learning to separate habit, expectation, and my own desire.
Health as participation
I want to be well enough to keep meeting the world.
The freedom to keep learning
Seventy years of experience have not made me finished.
A homebody who longs to travel
I am terrified to fly, and the older I get the more that fear grows. There are places I would love to see, but I am also someone who is genuinely at home at home.
Roots, in my own version
I grew up in a traditional Jewish home in the Philadelphia suburbs. The culture still matters to me, even though I experience it in my own way now.
A letter, occasionally
Notes from me
What I am noticing, making, questioning, and learning. I will write when there is something honest to share.