Jarring Life Lessons From my Birthday

This weekend was my birthday. I know that I look so freakishly young, it’s hard to imagine that I have birthdays at all. But nay! I am human. No matter how many teachers, employers and old girlfriends have called me “inhuman”. I put on my pants just like everyone else, over my head.

I’ve never been big on birthdays. When I was a kid, my mother completely refused to acknowledge them. From her…