#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

Being 60

I can’t tell you much about what it’s like, since I’ve only been this age since 5:03 am. :) So far, so good, though.

The only thing I wanted for my birthday was a visit from my beloved daughter, Wendy, and she’s right here. So why was there no blog yesterday, when I had great plans to write one especially for my nephew, Jerome, who turned 10 on June 9? Because Wendy woke up violently ill yesterday morning, and she, Jeremy, Jen and I spent most of the day at Rockwood Clinic’s Urgent Care facility. Turned out she has a wicked kidney infection, and she’s on power-meds now. Feeling better already. I’m keeping a close eye on her, mom-style.

My editor and dear friend Joan sent me a wonderful poem, composed especially for my birthday. She’s an amazing woman.

A staggeringly beautiful bouquet of flowers arrived from Nancy Berland and her wonderful staff, all dear friends. I am so spoiled!

Plans? Probably a cake.

It’s all good. Color me grateful.

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