You’re supposed to be just a number. An even, two-digit number that just so happens to rhyme with “dirty” — nothing more. So why do I continue to look at you with such trepidation and disdain? 1,177 more words
So today is my birthday. Yep, another year older – although I’m not sure about wiser.
It’s been a lovely day and I’ve been totally spoilt by my lovely family and friends, but I can’t help but notice that as the day progressed, it’s been slightly different to those enjoyed BC (before children). 505 more words
Dr. Frank Tabrah is a spry 94-year-old, with a shock of white hair and a penchant for laughter. He still drives — a big ’71 Dodge Swinger that he bought new, by the way — doesn’t drink or smoke, and just recently stopped playing tennis because he feels he is no longer competitive. 1,435 more words