The yes of wanting something new.

Happy 52nd Birthday Bitch

After two years of writing this column, I have decided to move on and do ‘only what I am meant to’ — even if I don’t yet know what that is.

I turned 52 on Friday. The big 5–2. My mother didn’t to call me on my birthday because she is gone. I am 52 without a mother and father. It still feels so un: unreal, unfair, unbelievable…