In three days I celebrate another birthday.

Yes, celebrate, because even though I grow closer to the old folks home, I am just plain glad to be here.

Ten years ago I almost died. OK, well technically I did die, but medical professionals made sure that I lived to tell the tale. 

So the prospect of growing older in a society that fails to respect women of age, grace and experience is not as daunting as it might be compared to not being here at all. 

And there is one thing that age and experience grants to a lady at my stage of life:

The lack of guilt over eating a brownie sundae made with my own homemade brownies.

Aaahhh . . .