I have a confession. I am at the upper-end of middle age. This horrible secret is now public knowledge. Yes, my graying hair is rapidly thinning. While sometimes, I convince myself that I look “distinguished”, I know that I am growing older.
I can tell instantly when someone is turning 40. They start an exercise program, begin a serious diet and buy a new wardrobe. Self-improvement books fill their bookshelves. Like teenagers, they stare at themselves in the mirror. Men read the obituaries. Women examine each other’s bodies with a microscopic eye, noticing every lump or bump. Woe is... Read More