It’s 5:45 AM. I’ve been awake for quite a while. I suppose most people enjoy their birthday. Hell, I know folks that celebrate their birthday ALL MONTH long. Yay for them! Me? Not so much. Not since Mama died 21 years ago. I always miss her more on this day. After all, she gave me life. A life that was not supposed to ever be, because she didn’t think she’d have ANY children, much less two.
Today’s birthday is even harder. I find myself, at 57, in a place where I’m caught between who I am supposed to be and who I want to be. Things are just hard. Life is hard. Marriage is currently harder. Isn’t it supposed to be easy by now?
On the Half Shell - Living in the Raw 
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