Here’s looking at you, 46. You leaning number, you.
Tipping the scale, toward the reality of sun spots and kids taking flight, wanting to freeze the frame on the reality that my parents are getting older too.
Can’t hide the lines, not concealing the gray. Coloring is still comforting—on paper.
In some ways not caring about the pettiness that used to get under my skin. Yet making an appointment to get that skin looked over because baby oil and bikinis all summer in the late 80’s, while listeni...
Published on September 14, 2022 10:08