I have a friend, 10 years or so older than I, who seems to have come to terms with this phase of her life. She has achieved a kind of peace that I just do not get. I am not getting old. Just not going to do it. I have been blessed with good genes so people tell me I don’t look my age, and I’m sticking to that story for as long as I can. I dress in a loose, funky way that covers up the lumps and bumps but still makes me look cool. Or crazy. Perhaps in reality, my uber cool nieces are secretly rolling their eyes and wondering why I don’t just act (and dress) my age. Nope. Not gonna do it.

Woman with Beehive Sings in the Rain carynjune