 | Last year, when I turned fifty, it was a little like getting my period the first time: I was disgusted, but also fascinated with my new supplies and thrilled with the landmark status. This year, I find that turning fifty-one is not as momentous of an occasion, but it was definitely worth observing. It’s quieter, more settled, and a whole lot more secure. I just don’t need another landmark. |
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