This evening, while on a pleasant walk with my three kids, I came across some absolutely abhorrent chalk lettering.
The wave of COVID-19 related marketing emails is already a jokey cliche. Here’s what I didn’t need to know: whether or not a retail store is wiping down its shelves. (Because I’d just assumed a basic standard of sanitation, it being 2020 and all.)
At the dawn of middle age, I feel like I’m just coming into my real self. “I’ve always been a middle-aged dad at heart” has become one of my go-to icebreakers. Many things – like having a little bit of money, trimming down social circles to true friends, knowing who I am and what I like – feel great. But the hardest thing is maybe impostor syndrome. Why does it feel so difficult to learn new things once you’re grown?