Eight

I wonder if you’re like me when it comes to past birthdays? If so, there are one or two that emerge from the mists of time and shine in your memory with crystal ball clarity. For me it was a Halloween party, and my last birthday celebrated in New Orleans, before my family up and moved to New York City. I remember everything about that one, from the invitations to the after-party. And I am thrilled and honored to be able to present Eight now, my first piece published in Global City Review, which you can read here. I hope this spooky bit of memoir floats you back to some fond haunts of your own. And I hope you read everything else in this issue, I am!