life | Cynthia Newberry Martin

1984: I turn 27

by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 27, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, memory, time, truth | 4 comments

1984: I like the people I work with, and I enjoy writing wills and trusts–the challenge of translating the wishes of another person into words. There are enough women at the firm (say 10 out of 250) so that there’s always someone to go to lunch with. Work...

1983: I turn 26

by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 26, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, memory, time | 4 comments

1983: Kathleen turns two. I dive into weeks of intense study for the bar exam. Then two days of testing at the convention center in Atlanta. It’s multiple choice one day and essays the next. I sit next to a guy who tells me he’s failed twice. Then the...

1982: I turn 25

by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 25, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, time | 8 comments

I made the decision to embark on the one true thing posts after much deliberation and with some fear. Ultimately it felt like something I needed to do. And while in each post I wrote one true thing, I had the freedom to pick and choose, to skip over, to avoid. Not...

1981: I turn 24

by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 24, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, time | 8 comments

1981: Kathleen is born January 4th, over winter break, shortly after the Falcons lose to the Cowboys in the Divisional Round of the NFL playoffs. My life on this planet free to worry only about myself is over at age 23, the same age my mother was when I was born. Au...

1980: I turn 23

by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 23, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, time | 5 comments

1980: The new year and new decade arrive as T and I celebrate in the French Alps with my family. In Tours, we’re close enough to Paris to go for the day, and we do, often. In the middle of winter, we visit Vienna over a long weekend. For spring break, we go...

1979: I turn 22

by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 22, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, memory, time | 8 comments

1979: At the beginning of the year I get serious about what next. My father tells me I should be a lawyer because I love to argue so much. Which sounds cool, but I’d rather teach French. Except I doubt there’ll be many trips to France on a teacher’s...