On 30

I have been thirty for three months now, and while it has highlighted and heightened some of my existential flailing, it has also been somewhat unmomentous.  I fuzzily remember the end of my first decade, turning 10 -- double digits! No more need to spell out my age, can use numerals!  (Thanks AP stylebook).  And... Continue Reading →


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