At twenty-one, I was a divorced single mother. At thirty, I was struggling to feed my children. At forty, I was starting over in a new country. At fifty, I was rebuilding my career. At sixty, I walked the runway at Fashion Week. Life begins at every age—if you dare to make a plan.
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered.