{"id":1149,"date":"2017-09-14T07:35:26","date_gmt":"2017-09-14T11:35:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.silvercentury.org\/2017\/09\/forward-from-here-leaving-middle-age-and-other-unexpected-adventures\/"},"modified":"2018-07-02T07:36:19","modified_gmt":"2018-07-02T11:36:19","slug":"forward-from-here-leaving-middle-age-and-other-unexpected-adventures","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/2017\/09\/forward-from-here-leaving-middle-age-and-other-unexpected-adventures\/","title":{"rendered":"Forward from Here: Leaving Middle Age\u2014and Other Unexpected Adventures"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Reeve Lindbergh – Simon & Schuster, 2008<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

In this gentle memoir, Reeve Lindbergh offers a thoughtful and positive perspective on aging. Describing her life in rural Vermont, she reflects on turning 60. Her book is moving and often amusing, whether she\u2019s describing birds that took over the trees in her yard or the benign brain tumor\u2014she named it Alice\u2014that she lived with for six months. The last chapter recounts what happened after the news broke in 2003 that her father, aviator Charles Lindbergh, had three secret families in Europe, and that she had half brothers and sisters she hadn\u2019t known existed.<\/p>\n

Lindbergh notes that when she was 12, she hoped she would never grow older. Now, as she enters the period that her mother, author Anne Morrow Lindbergh, called \u201cthe youth of old age,\u201d she is gradually coming to terms with aging and has lost most of her fear of dying. This collection of reflective essays has appeal for all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

In this gentle memoir, Reeve Lindbergh offers a thoughtful and positive perspective on aging. Describing her life in rural Vermont, she reflects on turning 60.<\/p>\n

Read more Forward from Here: Leaving Middle Age\u2014and Other Unexpected Adventures<\/span> ›<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n

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