forty-two.

Today, I am forty-two. I had to bump around the calculations to figure out the correct age. I lost track around 29. I know that seems cliche, but it wasn’t ever that way for me, like it is for some. I never worried about getting older. Maybe it was because my youth was forever secured when on my 21st birthday, the waiter handed me a kid’s menu. Maybe it’s because at 29 I felt like I finally became who I was made to be… A momma. A teacher. A writer.… Read more forty-two. →