It’s my birthday today! I’m 35, and still alive. My Dad died at age 34, and as far back as I can remember that number has stuck in my mind as the age at which my life might end. In fact, this whole year of “34” has been one of silent anxiety […]
It’s my birthday today! I’m 35, and still alive. My Dad died at age 34, and as far back as I can remember that number has stuck in my mind as the age at which my life might end. In fact, this whole year of “34” has been one of silent anxiety […]