In the quiet evenings, after I’ve completed a long day of work, my 95-year-old mom and I often tune in to one of the hundreds of videos of Bob Ross’s Joy of Painting series. In every video, in every ...
Like The New Yorker, I was born in 1925. Somewhat to my surprise, I decided to keep a journal of my hundredth year.
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