28 Christmases, 28 birthdays, zero celebrations that were hers alone. Iris Bennett sat on the park bench watching families pass by with shopping bags and laughter and felt the familiar ache settle in her chest. Tomorrow was December 25th. The day the whole world celebrated. The day nobody remembered was hers. She'd stopped hoping years ago. Stopped expecting anything different. The last boyfriend had given her one present. Merry Christmas/happy birthday," he'd said, like combining them somehow m

Today’s Hollywood birthdays December 28 | Black Wax Cafe