It feels weird, that I'm a....great-aunt. Of a baby boy born to my oldest nephew (31 yrs.) and his wife last year. I actually haven't told anyone at work. Every month, I learn of work colleague who casually mention their parents....in late 50's or mid-60's. Meanwhile I'm 59.
Guess what makes me feel old yet honoured:
This fall in Vancouver BC there will be an art gallery exhibit and lecture/workshop that will honour the first leading Asian-CAnadian magazine, Asianadian promoting literary and visual arts by Asian-Canadians..from late 1970's to late 1980's. I wrote an article for the magazine and was also volunteer for 5 years before magazine died. We had paid subscriptions from across North America. The magazine was formed because artists and writers were tired of being muffled /overshadowed by non-Asians.
this was before my cycling life. It was heady to be at the forefront of something new and "radical" at the time.