Many people in their sixties realise on a quiet Sunday that they have been calling themselves a private person for thirty years when the more honest word is unpracticed at being asked anything real

I'm 62 and I realised last Sunday that I have been calling myself a private person for thirty years when the more honest word is unpracticed at being asked anything real

For thirty years, calling oneself a private person sounds like a virtue. It sounds like depth, like discretion, like a quiet preference for keeping a small life intact. The honest version is harder...