I turned 30 almost two weeks ago.

After much deliberation, I felt the need to speak on what my mother and new fiancee refer to as a “momentous event in my life.”

This is how I look at it:

To me, turning 30 was like sleeping on a beach in the dead of night, when all of a sudden an enormous ship glides by, as though it were being pushed across a blanket of velvet. You did not hear it, did not see it, but it was gargantuan, not to mention right in front of your face.

Don’t ask me what all this allegory means, just go with it. … Continue Reading