Before I turned 50, my son called me ‘pre-old.’ I wasn’t old (in his mind) until my 50th birthday. And now I am 50 years old and counting, I’m officially old (according to him) and getting my AARP emails. But … Read More
Before I turned 50, my son called me ‘pre-old.’ I wasn’t old (in his mind) until my 50th birthday. And now I am 50 years old and counting, I’m officially old (according to him) and getting my AARP emails. But … Read More