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I decided a long time ago when the time came, I would refuse to enter my twilight years with any sort of dignity and grace. If I had to go in, I would go in kicking and screaming all the way. Now I just wanna be carried! It's not that I've given up on my youth; it's just that I've become more comfortable in my middle age. It's the little things like talking to myself that bring me the most pleasure. I rather enjoy talking to myself in the mornings. I've found I'm a pretty interesting pers ...

It is a constant crust that cannot be cut away. The loser piece of the loaf. The beginning that must be gotten through and the end that must be endured. The heel. And I will not have it! As the oldest of five, I was guaranteed to get it. There was always someone younger who wasn't up to crust, and it was just easier to serve the last slice to the oldest sibling. And it had to be eaten because otherwise there wouldn't be enough to go around. On top of that, if we had company or cousins&hel ...