The Rebirth of Birthdays
(Reprinted from The Art Academy of Cincinnati Literary Journal, Volume 1, Spring, 2020).
When I turned 54, my birthday passed with little of the hoopla typical in my younger years.
Friends asked how I marked the day. I used the phrases, “low-key,” “acid reflux,” and “Schitt’s Creek on Netflix.” To the outsider, I hadn’t appeared to celebrate…