when I changed the date on my editorial page, I realized this will publish on my birthday. Time for my annual column of personal retrospection. I will be 54.
It seems like yesterday, I was having to admit to middle age. Now I am having to admit to old age. My how time flies.
A friend recently gave me a clock with wings attached. As I sit on my screen porch in the morning drinking my cappuccino, I watch the time go ticking by and think, “How appropriate.”