8 x 7 = ....... 28 x 2 = .......

Okay, you get it. I'm not going to lie about my age - I mean, why? What's the point?So I'm 28 times 2. And I wouldn't want to be 28 again, not if it meant making the same mistakes I made in 1986. Staying with a job I didn't like, spending money I didn't have, acquiescing when I should have stood my ground.Here I am at 28, with my best college pal. Making a face for the camera because I hated having my picture taken. Still do.8 x 7. Here I am at age 8 (dead center). I'd have one more year in this school before we moved to another town in Rhode Island. See the cute boy sitting in the front? I cut him out because I was mad at him. Then I taped him back in because I really liked him. I can name every one of these kids, but only because I'd written their names down right after we moved. I wouldn't want to be 8 again, either, not today. 1966 was a much easier time to be a kid.So there's my birthday reflection for this year. I began this blog on my birthday, three years ago. At that time I hadn't written a book yet, but I knew I would. Now I've written (and published) five of them, and they're pretty good books. So I'll repeat what I've said to many people over the past three years: "It's never too late to pursue your dream."