If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least have a talking dog?
I turned fifty last month. I'm still trying to get my head around the number. When I was a kid, thirty seemed ancient beyond conception. So that makes fifty nursing home material, right? What staggers me most is how I knew it was coming and I didn't really think about it in advance. I've been avoiding sitting down... Continue Reading →
I don't make New Year's resolutions because I don't believe in starting over or changing overnight. But like most people, as the new year approaches, I reflect on where I've been and where I want to go. My 50th birthday is coming up in March, so 2015 has a monumental feel. I've been an adult for... Continue Reading →
