I got my driver’s license at sixty years old. For most people, that probably doesn’t sound extraordinary, but for me, it felt like getting my life back.
My husband, Paul, had driven everywhere during our forty-one years of marriage. When he died suddenly two years earlier, I was left standing in my kitchen holding car keys I …
I got my driver’s license at sixty years old. For most people, that probably doesn’t sound extraordinary, but for me, it felt like getting my life back. Read More