Well, I woke up this morning and served myself a double helping of humble pie with a number 35 birthday candle on it. I ate it alone. Swallowing each dry bite as quickly as I could. I ignored the ringing phones. I pretended to not hear the knocks at the door. I just wanted to consume every last bitter morsel. The messages and greetings are wonderful but birthdays are no longer worth celebrating in the way I’d grown accustomed to.