Driving while 50.

Finding grace in aging.

Photo by Jonathan Duran on Unsplash

I turned 50 in November. Three weeks later I got glasses. For several months, I had noticed that driving at night had become perilous. Sometimes I’d just grip the wheel, hold on tight and hope for the best. But for some reason, I didn’t put the pieces together that glasses might help. I didn’t know I needed glasses until one day my partner Nancy and my friend Genessa and I were looking out…