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I have a new column up over at Literary Mama: as always, your readership and comments are welcomed!

My mother’s birthday is on Christmas Eve. Or maybe it’s December 22nd. The way she tells it, her own mother insists she was born on the 22nd, but in 1922, New York City’s only Japanese doctor was busy attending patients in all five boroughs, and he wasn’t the best at keeping up with his paperwork. Her legal birth certificate reads December 24, 1922. We’re always confused about when we should celebrate, so we end up alternating year to year. We do know one thing though — she is turning 85 soon.

Read the rest here.

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