Birthday
I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled… Today I turn 35. This is freaking me out a little bit. 35 feels like a marker, a turning point. When you’re 35, you can’t be classified as “young” anymore. I’ve tipped over the edge, heading for middle age. That’s pretty scary, especially because in my mind I’m still only 25. I don’t think anyone Read More …