Crow’s Feet
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Crow’s Feet

When a Crazy, Romantic Idea Turns Plain Crazy

I was approaching seventy (gingerly, feet dragging, denying, denying) when I decided to move from California where I’d been living to a French village. Alone. I knew no one in France and barely spoke the language.

My decision caused a few raised eyebrows.

Won’t you be lonely? Homesick? Miss your family?

What if you get sick?

Really? You’ve thought this through?

No one came right out and said, “At your age?” but I suspect only politeness prevented it.

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“The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.” (Frank Lloyd Wright) Non-fiction pieces, personal essays and occasional poems that explore how we feel about how we age and offer tips for getting the most out of life.

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Janice Macdonald

Janice Macdonald

At 68, I started a new chapter in my life: I moved to France. Alone. It turned out to be quite the page-turner. Still is — even when age insists on a part.