Abstract

As a feminist scholar, I hold dear the idea that the personal is the political—that is, we alone cannot solve certain problematic features of our lives, especially those features that are widely shared, such as gender, and that our stories are sources of moral and practical knowledge. In this essay, I tell my own story, not because it is necessarily generalizable to all women, not even to women of my age, but because I hope it will deepen awareness of the reasons for the substantial differences among those of us in the same or similar age cohorts when so many seem to want to reduce us to sameness. Our journey to old age is shaped by past and present, the personal and the contextual, which come together to form the...