Tag Archives: 1970’s


6 Aug

I recently had a birthday.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

It’s testy getting older for lack of a stronger word.

Seeing a gray hair pop up in your head and wondering, What IS that?

Then fetching tweezers to get it OUT NOW. Staring at it and wondering precisely what made it grow from your scalp. Should I eat more broccoli? How many antioxidants am I consuming? Am I too stressed out?

Worrying about sagging boobs and varicose veins and how much fiber one should consume and lost years and deferred dreams and–

Midlife is stressful.

So I’ve decided that I’m 12 years old.

I can be found at the candy store negotiating Lemonheads prices.

My bike will be parked out front leaning on its kickstand.