As my 46th birthday looms silently in the very near future, I take a look back at the year of being 45 with nothing short of confused anger. This has been a horrible year, and for the last couple of weeks, every memory collides. I wonder if some of this owes to a midlife crisis. What was happening for my female ancestors when they faces the end of their 45th year? 1993.................. The year my mother was 45. All three of her children were grown with families of their own. I was pregnant for the first time. My mom had 5 grandchildren already and was still married to my father. They would be divorced 4 years later. Both her parents had already died. 1993 was a time between the Gulf War and 9/11, a time when things in Early, Texas were still somewhat safe, protected and completely oblivious to a world outside of itself. "Got Milk?" became the newest ad campaign slogan; "Schindler's List" won the Academy Award for best picture and t...
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