Back then, the future was a promise—not a calendar invitewith a reminder set for “colonoscopy prep.”Not a fear of my April 27 cancer scan. But lately, I’ve had this unsettling thought:What if this—this slightly creaky, beautifully complicated,emotionally upgraded version of life—is it? What if the good old daysaren’t behind me,but hiding in plain sight—between a ...
What If These Are the “Good Old Days”?

