I Am a 40-Something Housewife

My daughter Rose in autumn.

My birthday is this week. I will be forty-two years old. Anyone who knows me knows I love my birthday. I was born on September 21st—the first day of autumn—a time in New England when the weather is breathtakingly glorious and one by one the leaves on the trees turn a brilliant gold-red-orange. The sky […]

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