May Sarton—poet, novelist, and chronicler—occupies a special place in American letters.This new journal chronicles the year that began on May 3, 1982, her seventieth birthday.At her home in Maine, she savors “the experience of being alive in this beautiful place,” reflecting on nature, friends, and work. “Why is it good to be old?” she was asked at one of her lectures. “Because,” she said, “I am more myself than I have ever been.”