Turning 48 while writing about death felt strangely right. This year brought hormone chaos, health anxiety, and the reminder that my body isn’t broken — just older. A funny, grounded reflection on birthdays, mortality math, and what still matters.
Turning 48 While Writing About Death Feels…
Turning 48 while writing about death felt strangely right. This year brought hormone chaos, health anxiety, and the reminder that my body isn’t broken — just older. A funny, grounded reflection on birthdays, mortality math, and what still matters.