I’m turning into my Mother
As I approach the big “three-oh” this year, I can’t help but wonder how I’ve matured in my twenties, and
As I approach the big “three-oh” this year, I can’t help but wonder how I’ve matured in my twenties, and
No, that’s not sarcasm. I actually mean it. Hence the 2 exclamation points. (One felt flat) I was rejected this week.
I’ve been trying to write. To figure out what to say here. A truly modern conundrum: I know I want