Reb Livingston has a great post up about poetics and schools and labels. It has nothing do with this post except for her crack about 'not desperately holding onto her her youth' and 'embracing her middle age'. I realized that I am, how shall I put this? Entering the indian summer (cough, cough) of my life when I read an article last April about Earth Day and it was subtitled the Middle Aged Movement. The first Earth Day took place five days after I was born. I know, I know. Shocking. Right?
OK so why would anyone embrace middle age? Make me feel better, talk to me. While you're at it tell me why Autumn is so special. Why do all of you love watching everything dry up and die? What am I missing here, people? Seriously, before I stairstep my way to an early grave.