"I’m 60 now. I have stretch marks to match my mother’s. Raised veins run like railroad crossings on the backs of my hands, although I wish they didn’t. My hair is grayer. Of course, now I wonder how much time I have left, whether it is the ten years my father knew he had. But I worry less about the years than the novels I need to write, like the one that began to take shape while I revised my memoir, We Take Our Cities with Us, now making its way into the world."

I wrote Writing for My Life, a (very) short essay about writing and aging that you can read here.
https://oldster.substack.com/p/writin...

The essay is included in Memoir Monday today, and received a shoutout from Cheryl Strayed when it was originally published in Sari Botton's brainchild, Oldster.