Is Middle Age Apologizing For The Terrible Person You Used to Be?
Or is it finally about growing up?
9 min readMay 1, 2024
When I was small, I wanted the world to move. One summer in Sunset Park, I swam from one end of a sixteen-foot pool to the other. For hours, I cleaved through the water until my body burned. Until I had whittled down to brittle bone. Tawny and hungry was a look I was going for. And there would be…