The clock is ticking. And it’s not a biological one.

We can’t stop the clock. It ticks away slowly at first. We are young and invincible, and days at the pool stretch out into long weekends. School seems to drag on and on and we can’t wait to become eighteen-year-old adults and do whatever we want. In our twenties, time continues to move, but at…

I’m turning forty and I have a disease.

I am turning forty in two weeks and simply cannot let the topic of my impending aging go by without a little bitching. I’ve got mixed emotions about it. Age is just a number, right? That’s the popular saying by people who are getting older and want to make themselves feel better. It’s not how…