I’m not that big into numbers. In fact, I have a complete aversion to math. But sometimes a number comes along that simply can’t be ignored. For example – the day I turned 30 and found my first grey hair – that was an unforgettably dreaded number that led to an unforgettably epic meltdown – Oh, the horror of being “so old!” (*insert retrospective facepalm*). Or, when my children each turned five, eight, thirteen, “sweet S...
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