In yesterday’s post, I talked about luck at the DMV. It was a silly post, but there was an underpinning of seriousness in it. If I had gotten the by-the-book person, I might not have gotten my license renewed. I don’t drive much, but I do drive–and I would not be comfortable driving without a… Continue Reading
It’s weird. My birthday, I mean. I wrote a post about it yesterday, and I want to continue musing today. My mother called me yesterday on my actual birthday and said, “I wanted to call you and wish you a happy birthday even though it’s not yet your birthday.” I laughed and said that it… Continue Reading
It’s my brithday today as I’m writing this. My real birthday, I mean. I think of September 3rd as my rebirthday, which is more important to me than my actual birthday. I have never cared about my real birthday. In fact, I used to hate my real birthday because I thought I should not be… Continue Reading
Yesterday, I maundered about my birthday and why I never liked it in the past. As is my wont, I rushed near the end because I was tired of writing and because it was getting too wordy. I talked about how I had gotten to the point of neutral about my birthday during the pandemic.… Continue Reading
I used to hate my birthday with all my heart. Even as a kid, I dragged my feet when my mother wanted to have a birthday party for me. In part, it was because I didn’t have any friends and felt as if the girls I asked only came on sufferance. Was that true? Probably… Continue Reading
It’s my birthday today (yesterday by the time this is posted). Normally, I’d shrug and move on because whatever. I’ve hated my birthday most of my life and actively pretended it didn’t exist for decades. I refused to say when it was, and I went as far as to put a fake date online whenever… Continue Reading
It’s my birthday today (yesterday by the time you read this), and I have a history of hating my birthday. As a kid, it was always fraught with who to invite to my party (which I was expected to have), and it only underscored what a loser I was. I remember one birthday (but not… Continue Reading
It’s my birthday–or will be by the time you read this. I’m turning forty-six, which is amazing to me on many levels. One, I never thought I’d make it to thirty, and I passed that a long time ago. Two, time really does go faster the older you get*, and I swear I was thirty-five… Continue Reading