LA-On my birthday, i wrote in the family group: “i miss you.” no one replied. later, my son texted: “we’re on vacation. don’t be dramatic.” that same night, i decided to cut off their access to the account they used. 37 missed calls…
The day my family ignored my birthday, I closed the account they had been quietly living from. On the morning of my sixty-third birthday, the house was so quiet I could hear the refrigerator hum from the kitchen and the soft tick of the wall clock Martha had bought at a church rummage sale twenty…
