The Reluctant Cougar

The winter of my life has arrived and that is where my story begins. Although much of my life is behind me, being an eternal optimist leads me to believe the best is yet to come. When I was much younger, I remember thinking that anyone over forty was ancient. As I aged, the year for being considered ancient rose accordingly. At any age, or at least for those under sixty, being in one’s seventies signified a rocking chair existence, waiting for senility to set in, if it hadn’t already done s...