I'm all into embracing my existential self these days as I find the meteor that is myself careening like a space junk calamity toward my 65th birthday.  I seldom think about the reality of this, preferring to delude myself entirely in viewfinder as the sans-abandon little girl still bumping up and down the cragged edges of sidewalks and roadsides on my first bonafide two wheel bicycle, knees skinned to the bone, and hair blown back, and carefree … [Read more...]