At 64, I spent a night with a man nearly 30 years younger… but when I woke up in the hotel room, I discovered something terrifying.

to feel heavier than grief.

That day was my birthday.

No one called in the morning.

No one came by.

By late afternoon, I was sitting at the kitchen table with a small piece of cake I’d bought for myself, staring at a candle I didn’t even have the heart to light.

Then, for the first time in years, I did something impulsive.

I put on my best dress.

A soft dark continue reading …