Photography forces one out into the world, interacting with people and the environment. It flexes all those right brain, spatially-adept muscles.

My husband and I were born three weeks apart, and our plan had always been to throw a joint party for our 40th birthdays.

Id always assumed that by 40 Id have at least a modicum of stability - a steady income, an established career, a bountiful fullness, like a pillow into which I could sink as I entered the second half of my life.

I am nothing if not rational about what is worthy of my anxiety and what is not, and I refuse to live my life as if a giant bus is just around the corner, waiting to crush me the minute I step off the curb.

It's 2013 ... The Time's obituary for Yvonne Brill, renowned rocket scientist, winner of the National Medal of Technology and Innovations, leads with, 'She made a mean beef stroganoff, followed her husband from job to job and took eight years off from work to raise three children. The world's best mom, her son Matthew said.

Born in 1966, I came of age at the dawn of a revolution. The past was gone we would move on and get over it!