I’ll Never Be 52 Again: Reflections on Turning 53 and Loving It!

Why Simplicity Made This My Best Birthday Yet

I’m still scratching my pink hair trying to figure out how life has been moving so fast since I hit 53. One minute, I was 52, thinking I had all the time in the world. Now, I’m here, another year older, and realizing—oh my goodness—I’m almost old enough to give a care. Almost. (No Pun Intended :)