I’m not a Birthday Girl. Well, I guess technically that’s not true because I recently had a birthday that most people would have at least acknowledged to their closest friends. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was gratefully celebrated and indulged by the few who know when my birthday falls. It was lovely andContinue reading “Does This Mean I’m A Grown-Up?”
The kids are grown. It’s my time to fly.
The Empty Next 