I AM in college at age 53, studying graphic design--something I never thought of doing in my entire life, but something that brings me joy and friendship, My sponsor works as a student liaison and insisted that I try taking one class. Here I am, almost 54, and finally ready to have a college degree in a field that makes me wonder why people pay you to have this much fun.
At one point I was ready to quit. I wasn't good enough, wasn't as talented . . . blah, blah, blah. One of the professors saw me crying and asked what was up. It turned out she knew exactly what to say. "Well, all...
-- CINDY M.