March 3, 2008
“What do you want?” my husband asks, as my birthday looms on the horizon.
“Oh, nothing,” I reply sweetly.
My husband is a smart man. He knows that if you ask a woman what she wants and she says, “nothing,” that’s not what she really means. She means, “Think it up yourself, buddy, and it [...]
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March 6, 2007
I’ve hated birthdays since the year I turned 25. I woke up that morning and realized that I was a quarter of a century old. After that, when my birthday rolled around, I stayed in bed all day if I could manage it.
Strangely, on the day I turned 50 I got up laughing. I [...]
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