I see this number in front of me that seems incongruous with my experience. I’m too young to be in my mid-forties already, but I’ve surely lived a dozen lives since I was born. Continue reading Another Year? (Birthdays After Forty!)
Middle Age. Middle Ground. Halfway Point. Up the hill; down the hill; over the hill.
What’s next? Who am I now? Continue reading The Middle Ages
These casings we are in:
The book jackets to our complex souls.
We move in them every day
The rituals of cleansing,
form habitual ruts Continue reading These casings we are in