I am 32 today. No singing, please; I never know what to do then. Cupcakes are nice, though. And rum. And flowers. Really, though, my only expectation is that I get to wear the birthday tiara. It will inspire TIARATALK.

Age isn’t a big deal to me. 32, I expect, won’t be much different from 31. Or 30. Or 25. Or … you get the point.

31: Year in review

Here’s to new adventures in my 32nd year.