I MUST go to what desperately frightens me - the chance of failure.

People, I just want to say, you know, can we all get along?

My last son is leaving to go to college; my grandchildren are being born. My mother is living with me.

But there isn't any second half of myself waiting to plug in and make me whole. It's there. I'm already whole.

I started to repeat to myself "If I'm not where I want to be, it's because I'm not good enough... yet." Which meant it was up to me.

In reality, people are people. Age does a weird thing to your body on the outside. It makes your face fall and weird things happen all over. But inside, you're the same person you always were.

I had to let my ego go a long time ago.