They say it’s your birthday. It’s my birthday, too, yeah. I’m glad it’s your birthday. We’re gonna have a good time. –Lennon/McCartney Today is my birthday. Now that my feet are firmly planted in my sixth decade, I have questions that must be answered. What happened to my nice, thick eyebrows, and why are they now growing on my upper lip? When did I become my mother? Will I ever remember all the words to Bohemian Rhapsody? When will I stop acting like a spoiled child? When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a…

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