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My wife is 85. She takes my breath away
She has grace and stature that only long years of hoping and striving and living can bestow.
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Old ladies are wonders, winking lights in the universe, stars, says the writer.
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Roger Rosenblatt
This is a love letter to all my old ladies. No, I’m not a swinger or a polygamist or in an age-appropriate polycule. Only one woman, Ginny, was kind and reckless enough to have me, 62 years ago, and she remains at the top of old ladies I’m crazy about. But there are others who have the grace and stature that only long years of hoping and striving – and living – can bestow.
Old ladies are wonders, winking lights in the universe, stars. Take my wife, who was the dark-haired class knockout when we first met in the ninth grade at the Friends Seminary school in Manhattan. At the age of 14 she had a girl’s good looks, which was like the first draft of a great work of art.
