Growing Elder
Boab Tree Near Wyndham by Rachel Newling
I thought a lot about Gladys’s comment, secretly hoping I could avoid dying from the head down or the feet up…
“I’m an elder-in-training,” I heard myself declare at the tender age of 32. I had no idea what eldership really meant—how could I? Still, I felt a quiet yearning stir inside me to be one.
At the time, I was working as an assistant activities director for a large Cath …
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