I admit this is a birthday I wanted to ignore. I mean, 40. Phew. The number might explain why I was so dog-days-of-summer tired, burnt ou...

 In one more week, I'll be 40 years old. As the black balloon birthday approaches at breakneck speed, I also came down with a mild ca...

Few will understand the desire to straddle a bicycle in an unfamiliar place just a couple of hours before sunset, with every intention o...