They say we grow up. That at some point, somewhere between learning how to fold a fitted sheet and choosing salad over fries, we become adults. I’d like to state, for the record, that this is nonsense...
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Two Years Told
It feels surreal to sit here as I reflect on a milestone that seems both monumental and fleeting. My son has just turned two...
My Reflection
I stand before the mirror, the room dimly lit. The face that peers back at me is a stranger...
I’m Over It
So. This is what being 40 is all about. Huh. I figured there would always be more pomp and ceremony to it I guess. But here I sit, typing away, thinking about how the last week has unfolded. My parents visited, and they spent some time with my son. That's special, at least for me.… Continue reading I’m Over It
