Welcome to Coming of Age. It’s a new blog on aging and I qualify. I’m old. It came as a complete surprise to me. There I was going along, surveying the world through the same eyes, same brain, same soul as I did when I was three, when I was sixteen, thirty-seven, sixty. Then one day I looked in the mirror and saw this vaguely familiar but shockingly gray and wrinkled visage looking back. There it was: I was unequivocally, indisputably old. Continue reading