Anticipating Right Now

birthdays, gratitude, and a few good links

My most vivid memory of a birthday in childhood was the hot, June day I turned seven.

I can see in my mind a photo of me smiling over a cake with my straight-from-the-wading-pool hair slicked back. But that isn’t the memory. What I remember is waiting for my mother to return from the grocery store with supplies for the party. I remember thinking somethin…