And Then I Turned 40…
A narrative blog on identity, love and re-imagining in mid-life.
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Realizing I’m not straight at the dawn of my 40s has been a confusing and frustrating process without a clear line of origin. For the past four years, I’ve been retracing my life’s steps, trying to find loose dots in memory I somehow forgot to connect. I’d like to believe that my queerness has been Continue reading.
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“Are you afraid of your own profundity?” I sat quietly in front of my computer as the dating coach peered back at me through the screen. I searched my vocabulary for the meaning of “profundity,” coming up short after several seconds of awkward silence. “Can you define profundity?” I asked. “It’s like, your depth,” she Continue reading.
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Dear— Earlier this month, I turned 42 to very little fanfare. In the age of COVID, it’s easy for people like me, who still wear masks and gloves in the grocery store, to blame our ambivalence around birthdays on public health concerns. I wouldn’t throw a big birthday party right now, but would I even Continue reading.