Being My Age Is A Feminist Act

I’m often told I ‘don’t look’ my age. It’s served up as a compliment. It’s not. What’s complimentary about telling someone they don’t fit the box into which you’re trying to put them? I already know that by being open about my age (43 a week ago, when this photo was taken), I’m pushing back ... Read More

The Grey of Thirty-Four

A week from now, I will be on the other side of yet another birthday, an unremarkable number this time. Many years ago, when I wrote just such a post in the countdown to my birthday, a blogger/reader-friend joked that I was doing it on purpose to remind people to send me gifts. I’ve come ... Read More

Time Travel

Channel-surfing. Wait. Stop. Backtrack. The Time-Traveler’s Wife is on, just started on one of those channels that comes and goes. Just like the protagonist in the movie. Hmm. Odd flashes of nostalgia. The book was a birthday gift from my parents in 2007. Birthday gifts are special. Books are special. A good book on a ... Read More

Tiny Tales: A Birthday Story

I ring the doorbell and it’s opened by my friend Salim, bouncing up with all the energy of his 21-year-old self. It is his birthday and the gift I am carrying is a book I know that he’ll enjoy. Salim and I have been classmates and bonded over a common love of stories. We’re buddies ... Read More

Three-Quarterly Review

While everyone in the accounts departments sits heavy on numbers and does a stock-taking quarter-by-quarter of the year that was, it occurs to me to do the same with my life. Except this is a three-quarterly review. Of my 29th year. I’ll be 30 this July and it’s an odd thing but instead of feeling ... Read More

Another Candle On The Cake

My body really is a wonderland. It celebrates 29 years of existance this week. And I’m still discovering new things I can do with it. I don’t feel old. Or older. Or wiser. All I am is happy, very happy. I’ve felt very loved and cherished this month. Thank you, world. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Almost every single ... Read More

Gold-Digger

Happy birthday! Paper rustling, excitement tinged with apprehension Glittering, blinding.. sheer intoxication I can’t accept this, it’s too expensive! So what? It’s just money. Too much of it! It doesn’t matter, there’s plenty. Exactly. When it is about something else, that matters more, even if there’s very little of it, I’ll be delighted to accept.

Belatedly for 22nd of November

Dear P, Shall I begin this by just wishing you a very happy birthday? Yes. I mean every word of it. Many happy returns of the day. I really hope that all the goodness that is you, which you have poured into the world in the form of your love, your affection, your emotions, your ... Read More

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