40 years. That’s a long time to be on this earth. My memory isn’t what it was even a few a years ago, but I can still remember being a young child and thinking, “man, 40 is so old!” Of course I didn’t understand what old was back then. I only knew a childhood thatContinue reading “Finding Me at the Intersection of 39 and 40”
Discovering myself through the stories of others: a conversation about the people, places, memories, passions and art that make me who I am
The Stories of my Life 