I loved this interview with Linda Ronstadt in the New Yorker. She's a singer who can no longer sing (a result of Parkinson's disease), a San Francisco resident, and a voracious reader. I am always moved by stories of aging artists — well, any artists, but I do love hearing about artists who continue to practice their art no matter their age. So to read about Linda Ronstadt, a woman who had a powerful voice and who can no longer sing, made me think about what to do to fill the holes when the things you have used to define your life are stripped away. What would I do if I couldn't read or talk walks with my dog or count on the reliable flow of my creativity?