Right before the pandemic, I was at a book signing in LA. I started talking to this man about forty, about books, writing, and other things. “What do you do?” I asked.
“I’m an age coach.”
“I advise people how to cope with their age.”
“You make age sound like grief counseling.”
“It is,” he says with a heavy sigh.
Age is a billion-dollar business. I’m 83, and I want to be a movie star. I’m sick of the label ageism. On talk show debates…