SWEEPING THE CLOUDS AWAY
It’s rarely my own birthdays that give me pause, although some of them can’t just be ignored or glossed over. It’s the birthdays of those younger than me that instill a little frisson of horror about how time is flowing in only one direction. Today marks the 50th birthday of my little brother. My baby brother. Even my sister’s birthdays, though she is also younger than me, don’t have quite the same effect as my little brother’s or my children’s. At the same time that you want to celebrate their passing into a new year, you want to just stop...