This is 45

Here I am, equidistant from 15 and 75. Equal parts wonder and “meh.” At 45, I’m now parentless. At 45, I miss my mom more than ever. At 45, I’m preparing for one of my birdies to leave the nest, the other in just two years. At 45, I am loved and supported beyond what I ever expected. At 45, I am thisclose to my book, started now 19 years ago, being done. DONE. At 45, I am asking the...

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