Have it your way, age 43

Two days ago I turned 43. An age with no consequence whatsoever, other than offering an opportunity to obsess over one’s age. Which, come to think of it, will be the main function of all the rest of my birthdays for the rest of my life.

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When nurture counts way more than nature

Part 3 of ‘Mom and me,’ which ran in the The Coastal Star in 2010….

When I visited my mom at the nursing home the other day, I talked with the wife of another resident there.

In the dining room, with a crime drama on the TV in the background, she said something that I’ve heard a lot: ‘You look just like her.’

‘People tell me that, and it’s interesting,’ I said. ‘I’m adopted.’ Continue reading “When nurture counts way more than nature”