My Mother Said I Only Care About Myself Until I Canceled Everything I Was Paying

house. A pickup truck, boxes, a mattress wrapped in plastic on a Saturday afternoon. I read the text in the break room at work, made a note of it the way I used to make notes of everything, and then closed that document and didn’t open it again.

My mother sent me a photograph in March. A flower from her garden, close-up, the light coming in from the continue reading …