January 14th is my dad's birthday. The family throws a party. Big deal, right? Well, this year my dad decided to tell us something: he was born on the 11th of January not the 14th!
What???
He said his family in Mexico celebrated his birthday on the 14th and he just went with it. And no, the 14th is not his saint's day.
What???
And to think I've been playing the lottery all these years with the number 14. No wonder I've never won.
About Me
- Eduardo C. Corral
- Eduardo C. Corral is a CantoMundo fellow. He holds degrees from ASU and the Iowa Writers' Workshop. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Beloit Poetry Journal, jubilat, New England Review, Ploughshares, Poetry, and Post Road. His work has been honored with a "Discovery"/The Nation award and residencies from The MacDowell Colony and Yaddo. He has served as the Olive B. O'Connor Fellow in Creative Writing at Colgate University and as the Philip Roth Resident in Creative Writing at Bucknell University. He's the interview editor for Boxcar Poetry Review. He won the 2011 Yale Series of Younger Poets competition.
1 comment:
This is true: my dad's birthday is on January 8, and for years he told our family it was on January 7. The reason for this, that I remember, is rather nonsensical. He didn't enjoy birthdays back then.
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