Older woman. In my own head I am still young. I do not yet feel the diminishment of my so-called powers in the way I have been warned will happen. Far from invisible, I do not feel even remotely faded. I wonder sometimes if this is because I live by myself and do not have the experience of living alongside people whom I have loved enough to commit my life to, have birthed, have raised through the years of total dependence, who have defined my place in the world, and who suddenly, or slowly and then quickly, need me less. See me less. I have only myself to see me.
