Snoopy says it’s my birthday.
My mother tells me that I was born on a bitterly cold day. It’s a brutally cold one today (the thermometer says -3).
When you’re 10, turning 50 seems impossible—then it happens (my big milestone was last year).
The past year seems to have whisked by. Maybe it is true that time moves faster as you grow older.
A good friend, a very wise woman, shared with me that her best decade was the one from 50 to 60. I’m thinking I’ll make mine an amazing one, too.