A List that Started from a Speck of Dust

I am finding that being woman in my 40s a peculiar and rather obtuse and dysmorphic endeavor. I would say that its like standing in the middle of a very noisy, flashing room, as I tower over a tiny, little hole in the floor that reveals an abyss of nothing just under the ground we…

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I Don’t Know this Much is True

I don't know. I just don't. Who would've thought this may just be the most profound and contenting statement as I approach 'The Fourth Decade According to myself'. Not me. I really, truly and foolishly thought that by the time I would get to the age that my father was when I was 10, I…