Rediscovering Joy After 60

The casserole burned. Again.

The casserole burned. Again.
Maggie, 64, set it down with a sigh and turned up the old radio.
Outside, the world buzzed—lawnmowers, dogs, weekend chatter.
Inside, it was still. Quiet.

And for the first time since starting over at 60, that quiet didn’t scare her.

She poured sweet tea, kicked off her sandals, and let the music take her back to herself.
Not the …