When I faced my fiftieth birthday, the thought of how to celebrate it came up.
There simply had to be a party. After all, as my birthday landed on a Saturday, I knew the gods had decreed it must be so.
I wanted to have a party – a great party. Just like the ones I remember from my family time in Denmark. Continue reading
The definition of success—
To laugh much;
to win respect of intelligent persons and the affections of children;
to earn the approbation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; Continue reading
What would you do to celebrate turning fifty? Here’s what I came up with to do during my fiftieth year.
Here’s the link to the list: http://www.dampcoastdame.com/?p=28
So as my half century (!?!) mark approaches, I feel the need to mark the momentous event in some sort of special way. And, honestly, I don’t think if can be achieved in a single, one day celebration. After all the sh*t I’ve been through, I think a prolonged celebration is in order.
