“Always, wise aunts come in many guises. There are maiden aunts, dowager aunts, and that delightful creature, the eccentric aunt. I fear I fall into the latter category.”
We were just hanging out, nothing special, when my then 12-year-old nephew, E, looked at me sideways and asked how old I was. “Forty-six,” I said, expecting nothing in particular. The reaction was immediate. Incredulous. Like I’d told him the…