My last “Pomp and Circumstance” event happened this month when the youngest graduated college on a spectacular California day in the redwoods. She chose a college between the sea and the forest, where she loved the place and the people. My daughter persevered through the pandemic, and through the personal trials and triumphs of her early twenties, which in some ways are universal and yet unique for each of us. Such big smiles as her family, friends and partner gathered in that beautiful place to celebrate.
Someone in their sixties recently commented that at our age there are no milestones left. But it’s not true for me and I bet it’s not true for you. My sixties have featured a series of Firsts and Lasts. First grandbaby. First novel published. Last full-time job. Last of my parent’s generation to shuffle off this mortal coil (aside from a lovely cousin in her nineties who insists I call her Aunt). And now I’m planning the next milestone: My seventieth birthday in September. I sent out “Save the Date” notices this month for a Rock-and-Roll party. We’ll set up a buffet, roll up the carpet, and dance the night away. In my fondest imaginings, late in the evening we’ll sing a rousing chorus of the Sondheim classic, “I’m Still Here.”
My sixties will wrap up this Fall with the publication of a second novel, Vampires of a Certain Age (more about that book below). And what will the seventies hold? I hope a new set of milestones: More books published, more classes taught, and (fingers crossed) a new round of “Pomp and Circumstance,” this time for grandbabies. And, I expect, more gratitude for the life I’ve been given, full of plot twists and remarkable characters. It’s been a wild ride so far, and I’m grateful for each day.
Now for more about the upcoming novel, and a special ask of you.
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