It’s My Birthday and I Want Everyone to Know It

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I spent my 17th birthday at home, alone.

It was 1999, back before Facebook — so no prompted happy birthday messages or cake emojis every hour. There was no texting either, just a phone base on a wall with a long, curly cord that rang once when my grandmother called.

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Storyteller, social worker, solo parent. Fan of triads & alliteration. Believer that you’re doing your best, given what’s happened to you. FB @courtneycwrites

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Courtney Christine

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Storyteller, social worker, solo parent. Fan of triads & alliteration. Believer that you’re doing your best, given what’s happened to you. FB @courtneycwrites

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