When I was forty-one, my brother, mom, and I went on a birthday road trip.
Our birthdays fall within two weeks of one another.
We had gotten onto the highway: mom driving, the brother sprawled out in the back seat (as he does not drive), and I in the passenger seat.
As always, we were yammering away, laughing and talking about road trips taken when we were kids when I began to realize I was getting warmer.
It began slowly: anoticeable increase in my temperature and I was shifting around in my seat when mom noticed.
She asked me what was wrong and I told her I was on fire.
Mom laughed and teased me that I was having a hot flash.
I was shifting forward on the seat. My butt was getting hotter and hotter, and I was desperate to figure out the air conditioner when my eyes alit…