age issue

September 11, 2020

My mother-in-law turned 70 yesterday. At some point in the day, it occurred to me that Frida was 46 when I met her. That’s basically the age that Jason is now. And I’m not far behind. At 19 –– that’s how old I was when I met Jason –– 46 was lightyears away. Our parents were middle aged. And that seemed old. My jeans hovered around my pelvis bone, Frida’s buttoned up above her navel. Time really does fly. Of course, now that I’m in my 40s I realize that it’s not old at all. And that higher waisted jeans are chicer and more comfortable. And that lines on a face give it life and movement. And that wisdom comes from experience, better yet, reflecting on that experience. And that all these lessons take at least two decades to absorb.


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