the chronicles of mommia

A few days ago, I turned 51. It’s the first year I’ve really felt less like celebrating and more like hiding. Maybe not hiding, but definitely not bragging.  Typically, I’ve enjoyed my birthdays. I’ve never lied about my age. Actually, I’ve always loved my age; I’ve been proud of it, even.  This year, though, there’s been a noticeable and regrettable shift.  And I think it’s for these two reasons: My body finally feels its age. And I finally look my age.  I remember having a