I’m going to my first dance party … at 47

It's a bit weird to be going to your first dance party on the totally wrong side of 40. I never had the slightest inclination to go to one in my youth. They involved stay up too late and there were too many drugs. Ewwwww. Yep, I was born a granny. But I've heard about... Continue Reading →

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