March 2 was my birthday, but honestly, we’re celebrating all month long . Because when life gives you moments like this, you stretch them out, savor them, and invite everyone you love to join in the joy. I turned 41. Forty-one. That number still feels surreal, because as the Black eldest daughter, I never really thought about the future past the next day. I grew up in survival mode, and if I’m being honest, pieces of that still linger. The idea of getting older, of thriving ,
