Christmas (De)lights
In one of the suburban houses I grew up in, my bedroom was on the second floor overlooking a cul-de-sac. Across from the cul-de-sac was a barren field, and beyond that was a
Musings and Memoir
Fortysomething
I try to avoid talking about my age in cliches, especially meme-ified ones such as "I'm this old ..." followed by a picture of a Game Boy or some other