Will you compromise just a little bit if you’re not a spring chicken no more?
When I was dating my now-husband at 32 years old, my future father-in-law chided me, “But you’re not a spring chicken anymore!” I wasn’t insulted as much as I was amused. In the end, I had the last laugh. I married his only son at age 33, had a child by the time I hit […]
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