By the time you read this, it will have happened. Some collusion of time and fate will have already transpired, and now I am 40. I've had a birthday — likely the last I'll bother to celebrate. There are many … Read on.
The countdown has begun. In 90 days, I will be 40-years-old. It’s like the last trimester before I’m reborn as “quadragenarian,” which reads more like a dietary choice than an age past 39 but before 50. In many ways, it … Read on.