Tomorrow I turn 33 and I wouldn't have it any other way. Movies and books never tell you this sweet little secret because it's too boring: Your thirties are freeing. I freaked out a bit on my 30th birthday, all encumbered by the myth that once 16, 21, even 25 pass you by, a … [Read more...]
MIrror Mirror
The other morning as I slapped on some deodorant, quickly ran a comb through my hair, and managed to brush my teeth before rushing out the door, I had a flash of my teenage self preparing for school every morning. I laughed, imagining myself at 16, appalled that I could call it … [Read more...]
Turning 30
30 is fast approaching and I keep telling myself to be cool about it. It's a bit ironic that I even mind, since I've never really been "young at heart." Mom likes to joke that I was a 50 year-old in a 5 year-old's body. I was wound incredibly tight in my teens and just wanted to … [Read more...]