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Joan Didion, writer and my own personal hero, echoes in "Goodbye to All That"  about 28: That was the year, my twenty-eighth, when I was discovering that not all of the promises would be kept, that some things are in fact irrevocable and that it has counted after all, every evasion and every procra…

Current Distractions: First (few weeks) of October

Six months ago, it was almost entirely impossible to imagine that I'd be welcoming my birthday month still stuck at home. But here we are, in the middle of October, uncertain still about what lies ahead. Angrier, more anxious than ever. Not surprisingly, as another way of coping, I've found myself sl…