The idea of living a long life appeals to everyone,
but the idea of getting old doesn’t appeal to anyone.
It wasn’t just any birthday—it was my fiftieth birthday. And as my husband, Frank, and I entered the beautiful dining room of the Ritz-Carlton in Tysons Corner, Virginia, I was feeling a little impatient, even a bit on edge. I had left the dinner arrangements to Frank, something I normally don’t do. The maître d’ led us through the dining room to a small table in the back. “There was a bit of a mix-up with the reservation,” he said, apologizing as he seated us at a small table near the entrance ...