Advice from a small town girl

Saturday was my birthday.

I’ve officially reached the point where I no longer wish to acknowledge birthdays, but am forced to by friends and family.

Thank you very much.

I’ve been trying to convince myself that I’m still middle-aged, but I’ll have to live to 116 for that to be true. And to be honest, I don’t want to go there.

So now I’m just trying to convince myself that over the hill means I’m on the sunny side of the slope. Not the slippery side.

Birthdays are not just painful because of the hideous changes reflected in the mirror each morning, but because they always initiate stock-taking...