Evidence that I am, in fact, still twenty years old*

1. I am listening to music by Melissa Etheridge and Nanci Griffith in constant rotation.

2. I wear dresses and tights.

3. My hair is nearly down to my butt, and I braid it in a French braid that falls down my back.

4. I dream of owning a house, a big house.

5. I dream of having a writing studio in the big house with a couch from This End Up where I can sit and read and the room is painted purple and lined with books.

6. I dream of running a publishing company from the big house.

7. I am moving books in mismatched, oversized boxes.

8. I am in Michigan where it snows in April and people are not dismayed.

9. Horn-rimmed glasses.

10. This past month, I wore green army fatigues at least three days in a row.

*Evidence that I am not, in fact, twenty years old

1. Melissa Etheridge is out as a lesbian.

2. I am paying a mortgage on a house that I cannot live in because my dog was banned from the county where said house is located.

3. I understand Lucinda Williams’s music, and I love it.

4. I cannot remember the last time my car broke down while driving on a freeway.

5. I own matching dishes, stemware, and mugs (though they are not with me, see #2 above).

6. The books are not mine, they are my father’s.

7. I did not actually move the books; I enlisted my cousin’s son and his friends to pack and move said books.

8. I paid them for their labor.

9. Emma, Vita, the beloved.

10. Tiberius.

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