SHAPING THE FUTURE
Jul 20, 2018
4 minutes
BY KRISTIN BUTCHER
PHOTOS: IAN COLLINS
When my mom turned 40, I decorated the house with cardboard gravestones, adult diapers and all the geriatric accouterment I could muster. Apparently, 12-year-old me thought 40 was ancient. Also, 12-year-old me was a bit of a dick about it.
Now, here I am with kids of my own celebrating surviving four decades of misadventures—and feeling anything but ancient. Sure, I take longer to heal these days and get a hangover just looking at cheap swill, but I’ve checked off more bucket-list items and tackled more fears head on over the past few years than
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