What I know at 38

  I turned 38 on Monday. On learning it was my birthday several people asked me if it was a “big one”. I’m assuming they weren’t guessing I was turning 30. Hmmmm.   The last years of a decade are weird. It’s not an elegant way to describe it, I know, but...

Old Things New

I love before-and-afters. There’s something so very satisfying about a transformation, especially when you get a glimpse of -pre and -post. (I’ll admit: I was one of those thirteen-year-olds who lived for makeover shows.) But I also love revisits for those...