The Three Year Experiment

Me, contemplating 40… or just cooking dinner.

In July, I turned 37. That felt older than 36. A lot, lot older.  For some reason, probably related to the fact that human beings have an innate sense, even as newborns, of the number 3, this made 40 feel really close. 40 feels old. I remember when my parents had their 40th birthdays like it Continue reading “The Three Year Experiment”