When I Knew I’m Getting Older

I’ve always known I’m getting older, because “d’uh.” I know I’m 40. I get that. But I’ve always felt like that’s a mistake. I’m not middle-aged; I can’t be, because I still use Star Wars pillowcases on a regular basis. I’m not denying reality. I’m not Peter Pan. I know I’m an adult, judging byContinue reading “When I Knew I’m Getting Older”