Last month, I turned 38-years-old. I don’t immediately think of myself as a man in my late-thirties. I’m still struggling with the idea that I’m an actual adult. It’s not that I feel 18 or 22, but like almost everyone else, I think of myself as some vague, younger version of me. Age has aContinue reading “A “City Slickers” Birthday”
My birthday is Monday.