Happy New Year, Happy New Life
Her brave exit speech (she's retiring) didn't directly address those momentous times and her many opinions, though. Instead she reflected on what I can only describe as the fluid nature of time. I appreciated that because it's something I've been considering more and more. Ms. Goodman and I are about the same age, and I think such reflections are a hallmark of elderhood. I've noticed that just as I recover from the New Year's Eve party I'm handed an income tax form to sign, after which some kind soul wishes me a happy birthday (August 6, and I prefer chocolate). Just as I mark another year on the planet, I find myself pricing Thanksgiving turkeys and accepting Christmas gifts and invitations to New Year's Eve parties. It's hard to believe that there was a time in my life when summer vacation seemed endless, ruthlessly so, and I yearned to be back in school where at least I didn't have to amuse myself all the time, and yet I remember that time keenly.
That's what a good writer does, whether she's a novelist, a poet, or a columnist: she gives us a chance to step back and consider, to try to make some sense of the world and the life we are living in that world. It's what Ellen Goodman did so well and what she did in her last column for the Globe. Go read it. You'll see what I mean.
So, best wishes to you, Ms. Goodman.
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