Another year older, another year wiser…
…another year closer to the ground, in more ways than one. Rather a depressing thought to have when you wake up on your birthday, but no one has accused me recently of being a cock-eyed optimist. The reality is, if you are (more than) halfway there, these thoughts do tend to flicker through, of maybe even dig in their little tentacles. By the age of 50, most of us have lost our grandparents and one or more parent. Some of…