40 going on 12
Adolescent obsessions, middle-aged desires, and 'the sweetness of my own continuity.'
Last week, I went to Mexico City with a friend for my 40th birthday. I put together a packed daily itinerary that I detailed in a spreadsheet and coordinated with an annotated Google Map. I don’t know if this is how I’ve always been or if the vigilance of motherhood—all the scheduling and anticipation of my child’s n…