Hello Fifty-Five.

Hello FIFTY-FIVE, and happy birthday to me. Today I’m celebrating another trip around the sun. I happen to love birthdays, and I’m not one of those people who despairs over her age, BUT, I do declare there seems to be something a wee bit supernatural going on. I mean, the orbit is the same each year yet the ride whips by more quickly.

Doesn’t it?

And sometimes, the lap bar holding me inside doesn’t feel quite so secure.

When I was a kid, every birthday felt oh so significant, the actual num...