I stopped making a fuss about my birthday sometime in my 20s when it was no longer feasible, reasonable or acceptable to celebrate for an entire week. Thus, last weekend when I turned 44, it read like most of my Saturdays in February — an early morning workout at home followed by a partner workout…
Tag: aging
How I am Becoming My Parents
I don’t like to admit this, but I am turning into my mother. Worse yet, I’m turning into my mother AND my father. I’ve always been a genetic mix of my parents. I have light, freckled skin and a narrow upper body (complete with a small bust), thanks to my dad,…