Category: Birthday

Peace in Forgetting

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The world is different than the one I grew up in. Used to be, when I rang your doorbell, I had a product in hand: some gizmo or another meant to solve one of life’s nagging problems. Something to remove the metallic taste from your tap water, or […]

Your Bloody Fingers

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For my forty-ninth birthday, I’ve gifted myself a story about a guy with a problem similar to my own. After writing this quirky piece, I’m no closer to knowing why this problem persists for me. At least I had fun writing. Enjoy! “Happy birthday, Henry.” “Oh! Thanks. Surprised […]