In April of 2008, when I turned 45, my sister sent me this card. Inside she wrote “And I would have to guess. I can’t even remember how old I am anymore!”
Every day as I sit in my little writing room in the old hotel downtown, I look at this petulant little girl stuck up on my wall. I love her face. It’s not my birthday today, but I thought I’d share her with my readers, along with two other great quotes about age:
I like that my sister can’t remember her age anymore. After all, it’s just a number!