Hey OOTOB readers!  Hope everyone is having a nice summer – albeit tempered by all the frightening news out of Israel.  I’ve been doing some traveling but I’m back, and I’m on Kveller today, talking about how my Holocaust survivor grandmother is helping me stay young forever.

I was the Peter Pan who was never going to grow up. 

I drank regular Coke well into my 20s, loved roller coasters when everyone else my age turned green thinking about them, went back to camp as a grown up for five years, and preferred surprise birthday parties well past adolescence 

Then, somewhere along the way, I changed. 

I think one reason I didn’t want to change was because, to me, the moment I stopped loving roller coasters, I was old. And by “old” I don’t mean mature, responsible, wise, or even physically less capable. I meant the kind of “old” I promised myself I’d never be: boring, pessimistic, jaded, Debbie Downer.  Read the rest here…