Funny how my anger is never about what I’m busy being angry with
Tag Archives: mom
Life + time = mortality realized, contextualized
No news is good news until it isn’t
The worst day in its own best way
Calling my mom a sexagenarian seems weird, but it’s not entirely wrong
2/13/20 Today was my mom’s birthday. She turned 60. She’s over twice my age. That’s always weird to think about. At one point in my life she was 35 times my age. What an odd idea—age difference remaining the same, but age ratio changing greatly over a lifetime.