Angel food cake was my choice every year. It seemed like so much trouble – the whipping of egg whites, the cooling of a two-part pan upside down on a Pepsi bottle, the butter cream frosting. And I was worth a little trouble once a year.
This year my mom forgot the day. She also forgets to brush her teeth. And I asked everyone else to forget too. No gifts. No candles. No song. And it was my favorite birthday.
I'm not sure why I'm adrift from my birthday. Other people's celebrations are a blast. I think I just prefer each day flush with another, no one day better than another.
I did buy a cake. Just for me. A three-layer, raspberry-filled, butter-cream-frosted yellow cake.
Photo of detail from "At 13" textile piece by Lora Keller
This year my mom forgot the day. She also forgets to brush her teeth. And I asked everyone else to forget too. No gifts. No candles. No song. And it was my favorite birthday.
I'm not sure why I'm adrift from my birthday. Other people's celebrations are a blast. I think I just prefer each day flush with another, no one day better than another.
I did buy a cake. Just for me. A three-layer, raspberry-filled, butter-cream-frosted yellow cake.
Photo of detail from "At 13" textile piece by Lora Keller
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