My sister Beck stops mid-sentence, looking concerned. “What,” she says, searching my eyes. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong,” I say. “Why?” “You’re scowling.” “I’m not scowling.” We look at each other a beat. “I’m 54,” I say. “This is how I look. I’m happy on the inside.” Well, this exchange is a little annoying, but overall, … Continue reading Are my Imagination Problems…in my Imagination? →