Happy Birthday to Me —This is 52.

I’m not sure how that happened, but it’s not lost on me my grandmother died at the same age. It seemed so ‘old’ and ‘normal’ when I was a kid.

This week I’ll be musing on my five decades of life—plus loss, surviving an abusive childhood, my most important lessons (and memories) and why despite it all, I’ve never felt more alive. Or powerful.

Maybe life does actually begin at 50… if only we got to keep all that plump collagen.