Does it matter? Home is where the heart is. That is so. But also true: the heart knows when it's home. Pennsylvania, Maine, Vermont, all stages in my younger life, touch chords I did not even know I had, or did not then consider as important as I do now. Even after all these years, I discover to my surprise, I am an East Coast girl at heart.
Read MoreLucky, Lucky Me
Somewhere in that crowd of women walking to Austria maybe there is one, two or three women whose circumstances, means and ambition will conspire to help them write their story someday. I hope there are people along the way to help. I’d like to be among them. But at least if I’m still here, I’ll get in line to buy the book.
Read MoreTime to Think
If I have the great fortune to have half of Dorothy's wisdom, health and smarts, this may turn out to be the most rewarding chapter of a busy lifetime - when I come more firmly and confidently into my own personhood even as my outward horizons inevitably shrink.
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