Nov 6 · 5 min read

My daughter is going to be 30 in February and I’m already — here in November — freaking out about it. How the hell do I have a 30 year old child? 29, I can handle. It’s still her twenties. She’s still fairly young. I’m still fairly young. But 30? 30 is a full fledged grown ass adult. 30 is a lot of years.
If I blink it’s 29 years ago and I’m watching her take her first steps. We have a picture of the moment and in the background on the tv, CNN is showing the start of the Gulf war. It’s…

