editor's note
I was talking with friends recently, lamenting the subtle changes this past year has brought to my reflection. As one who is squarely in the middle of “middle age,” I knew these changes were bound to appear sooner or later. Crow’s feet, I’ve been expecting you . . . and you are a welcome visitor. My friend mentioned that her hair had turned from silver to white this year, while another chimed in that hers had mysteriously transformed to red (with a little help from her hairdresser). I like to think the lines which appear around my eyes and mouth are as much from smiling as they are from aging. And let’s face it, it is better to smile and accept the passage of time than to grimace at the thought…