Coming of Age always references that adolescent stage. But, the real coming of age, I have found, is when you’re creeping toward 30. It’s when things really start happening. It’s, apparently, the new 20.
I’m getting published.
And so are all my writerly friends my age.
Here’s one of them:
I look forward to reading Missing Dad by Miranda Campbell.
So, maybe we’ve been grown up for awhile now, but now it finally feels that way.