May 7, 2024
For me, it was January. If there had been no January, I could still be in my fifties. 60 is the weirdest. I was so grown up as a kid, and so immature now.
Written by Anna Breslin
GenX writer, comma splicer. I write a mix of essays and poetry here. Collections: https://medium.com/annapoetics and https://medium.com/liminal-days