My Family Laughed At Me On My Birthday Without Knowing The House Was In My Name

belonged to her.

Participant.

The word meant something different to me now than it had when I read it off that plastic plaque in my mother’s living room. Participating is what I had been doing: in their lives, in the maintenance of their comfort, in the quiet and unacknowledged work of keeping things running while they performed their roles as the important continue reading …