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Fifty-five? When did that happen?

It happened today. My fifty-fifth birthday snuck up and slapped me. Hard. Really frigging hard. I long ago mastered the dark art of downplaying my birthday. Avoiding the limelight. Deflecting the invitations to celebrate. It’s never been about resisting getting old. I simply don’t enjoy the attention. Today, as I watched the birthday posts tick… Continue reading Fifty-five? When did that happen?