Today I was talking to my Russian friend who referred to her mother as “elderly.” My Russian friend is the age of my children, so I thought perhaps her mother had given birth at age fifty-five. —“How old is your mother?” I inquired. —”Fifty-five,” she answered. I let out a howl because my feelings were hurt. That’s because it’s all about me, as you well know. But in this one case I turned out to […]
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