That, I think, is the trouble with turning 30. In the decade between when I began traveling with my L. L. Bean Boat and Tote and when my mother gave me the Hermès orange suitcase — from the ages of 18 to 28 — I never doubted that having a grand love affair someday was my due, the sentimental education without which no woman’s life could be richly lived. But what if the grand love affair was already in the past?
- March 6 2011 | - Read More →
