A few years ago, I hired an attorney to draw up a will. Without the predicable next of kin, it was a provocative exercise. I had to really mull over who I considered my heirs. Was it a blood relative, close friend, charitable organization, my dog? For 6 months, I kept a running tally on a notepad, changing percentages at whim. I felt like a Queen. (Not nice enough to me one day, boom, you’re out.) What are the logistics of legacy when you’re single? The day my mother died, I put her wedding band on my right hand, and it has been there ever since. Who is our next generation, to wear our jewelry, and keep the flame?
Image: Diary by Alessandro Gottardo