Out of the Corner

by Jennifer Grey

I can’t understand why I have, as far back as I can remember, hated my birthday so much. It’s never been about getting older. It’s just one of those things I’ve come to accept as a deep and pervasive feeling of sadness that’s hard to explain to the rest of the world, which all seems to look forward to celebrating their special day.

I’d grown up on plenty of “the show must go on” stories, like when Liza Minnelli doing her nightclub act, performing her heart out, working up a sweat singing and dancing like her life depended on it, if one of her signature spiky strip lashes started to come unglued, she’d just yank ’em both off and toss ’em onto the stage. From

“Do the thing you fear the most and the death of fear is certain,”