“Where are you? My kids are hungry, and the table still isn’t cleared!” my sister demanded on my birthday, as if cooking, cleaning, and caring for her children were automatically my responsibility. – Welcome

solve anyone else’s crisis, or rush home because someone had decided my evening belonged to them.

I was twenty-nine, sitting alone in a quiet corner booth at one of my favorite restaurants in downtown Tucson, staring at the same meal I ordered every year on my birthday.

For once, I wanted to eat it while it was still hot.

Then my personal phone vibrated continue reading …