It's not about getting rich, it about being rich.
Rich in love or rich in type of booty that women delight in or rich in family.
After a certain age, I'm not certain what I want to be rich in.
Maybe I've had the embarrassment of riches that goes along with a spouse that has loved his career and me, children who have loved me and left me,
a house that I’ve loved and now left, old suitors who are now more ancient that me, who still love me that I left fifty years ago. The richness is in
holding it all, having whatever memory suits me to enrich the moment and yes, there's still the tangible love of breathing in life here on the beach in Israel.
Even if I am alone.
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This one really read like poetry! I loved the repetition - and the sentiment. You are doing wonderful stuff with this character and her situation. You really had a fabulous week! All terrific pieces.
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