Anniversaries

Anniversaries mark momentous events. They are supposed to be happy occasions. Some I would just rather forget. My mother died four years ago this week. I can never seem to remember the exact date. It was the weekend after Presidents’ Day. I remember that because I flew to California that holiday weekend to see my… Continue reading Anniversaries

Daddy forgot my birthday

Okay, I know. I’m 40 years old. It shouldn’t matter to me whether my dad remembers my birthday. He was bad with birthdays when I was growing up, but he always remembered mine because it’s two days before his wedding anniversary. I was actually due to be born on my parents’ wedding anniversary. It’s not… Continue reading Daddy forgot my birthday