I should have given this toast at my thirtieth birthday party

Saturday is my birthday. I’ll be 31 years old. Somewhere around the age of 25 my birthday started to feel less like a momentous occasion to celebrate, and more like one more day in the inevitable march towards old age. Of all my birthdays, I took 25 the hardest. I saw myself as halfway toContinue reading “I should have given this toast at my thirtieth birthday party”