...baby we were born too late. Or too early. Or too something.
Weaving together so many themes beautifully. You brought a tear to my eye reading what you said about our dear mother.
XOXO and a big kiss,
If you haven't already seen it, you may enjoy this discussion - https://open.substack.com/pub/oldster/p/what-are-the-parameters-of-middle?r=j2fm&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web. I dropped your essay in the comments because it's perfect!
I loved this! As I read, I kept thinking that you had some great friends to experience all of this. Friends who get it and get you. That's gotta help with the tweens which, as you have pointed out, is a difficult age. Definitely not for sissies.
As always, that tween Fried nailed it. So much fun to relive that weekend, with all its disappointments and laughter. Thank you!
My solution is show up in a wheelchair.
Halfway through the concert, get up and scream, I CAN WALK.
Takes the sting off of ageing.