thirty-four at 34

I spent the majority of my thirty-third year of existence somehow convinced I was thirty-four.  I have no idea why. I asked Sam, who was born in a blizzard in rural Minnesota in February of 1984, how old she just turned amidst my absurd confusion. She sweetly replied, "Carlis, you are 33. Don't worry. I... Continue Reading →

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