Yesterday was my daughter’s and my birthday. As long as I can add and subtract, I will know how old I am because she was born the day I turned twenty-five. She was the best birthday present ever. As I add another year to my age, it is far too easy to look back and think what the heck—more than a half-century has passed since my mother, who had five girls, walked into the … [Read more...]
Celebrate the birth day-not the number
Celebrate the birth day-not the number Like most things in life, family birthdays come in waves. My family had seven during the past two weeks. They ranged from a first birthday to “I ain’t tellin.” None of them were mine, thank goodness, so I enjoyed sitting back and observing the similarities and differences between the birthdays that spanned a full life-cycle. The … [Read more...]