As I’ve mentioned in a few previous essays, I turned fifty-five this past August. I know that isn’t a major milestone birthday for most people, but for some reason, it hit me harder than expected. I realize that my age is just a number and doesn’t really mean much beyond quantifying the time I’ve spent …
NOTE: This post was originally published on my previous blog, The Healing Project. This coming Sunday, August 8th, is my birthday. I will turn 44, which officially places me in my mid-forties. There’s no denying it at this point; I’m now “middle-aged.” I don’t like the imagery evoked by that term, but I know intuitively …
My Wardrobe, Myself 