When A Month Will Never Be The Same
November is “my month.” It was actually the family month. We would hang the Happy Birthday sign across the wall-unit and there it would stay from beginning to end, reminding us of another year. The 5th…the 11th…the 30th. It’s different now. My birthday, on the 5th marks another year for which I am grateful. But it is a bit scary and daunting as the numbers go up. As a child, it would fall on election day every few years and that was special. A day off from school. A meat ball and spaghetti birthday party with … Continue reading →