Happy birthday to me.

NEWYORKER: The Valetudinarian

"Happy birthday to me, " I said to the ripening chestnut tree in the front yard, not yet knowing that the gifts I would receive that day would make me agree to return, reluctantly and to protect sacred secrets, to the grief-breathing place of childhood, to the Seaboro River.

NPR: Excerpt: 'Between the Tides'

On the other hand, I perceive our friendship to be just a little too cool and both of us to be a little too cynical and even ornery for me to join the masses with a simple click of a happy birthday button on Facebook.

FORBES: Facebook Has Ruined Birthdays