Middle age snuck up on me. You might think I should have known it was coming, and I can’t disagree. There were certainly signs–grey hair, slower thoughts, it started to hurt when I fell down stairs–but one night in particular it struck me that I could no longer do certain things as I had in the past. (Habitually falling down stairs is an obvious but Continue reading
The summer before 9th grade, I decided to be popular. Just saying something so absurd probably illustrates how dire were my social straits. Nevertheless, some other examples will make the situation more vivid.
My brother, whom I love and respect, was quintessentially uncool eight years before me. I Continue reading