Tomorrow is my birthday.
I am turning forty.
For some reason the number looks better to me written out as the word “forty,” versus “40.” A little subtler. A little softer.
I wish I could write that it has all been easy breezy, but I’ve had a few “moments” over the last few months in anticipation of the day.
I have very distinct memories of when both of my parents turned forty, and there were … CONTINUE READING