I'm 70 and I took myself out to breakfast alone last Saturday at a café I'd been meaning to try for years — and a woman two tables over was also eating alone and reading a book, and we caught each other's eye and smiled, and in that small exchange we acknowledged something that neither of us had to say, which was that this was chosen solitude, not lonely solitude, and the difference is everything
Apr 24, 2026
Marlene Martin