Stop waiting for what’s next
On Living: The things we would tell our younger selves
“Life happens so fast.”
Those were the words my 88-year old grandma said in her broken French accent. She rested on a faded blue couch in her living room. A stream of gold morning light was coming in through the cracks of the long vertical blinds over the back window. She wore a pale lavender nightgown and wedged platform sandals instead of slippers. She…