Old age never comes at a good time. No one ever woke up exclaiming, "Hooray, I'm old!" One gray day the lengthening shadows of our lives simply find us deep in uncharted territory, lost and apprehensive, groping for a path through an emotional wilderness we blithely denied we would ever have to travel. Wisdom, we also assume, automatically accompanies old age--the insight born of experience that provides all the answers. Then age shows up by itself, leaving us up life's creek without a map, compass or paddle. Tragically, it's not the end of the journey that gives us pause for reflection. It's the realization we made the trip with boundless but mindless energy, paying little attention to where it was all heading, failing to prepare for what it would be like when we finally got there. I'm writing a book for those embarked on that final journey past meridian. If you're one of them, particularly if you've prepared well for that awesome passage, would you share your thoughts and feelings, instruction and advice, wisdom, insights and inspiration on growing old with courage, grace, dignity and joy? Join the conversation. Be part of my book.