At 77 I Was Uninvited From My Son’s Dinner Until 174 Payments Disappeared

They had become part of the background of my life, the way rent is background, the way utilities are background. You do not think about them every month. You just know they are there. Until a text arrives at 6:18 in the evening and you sit down at your mother’s old desk and open a folder and count.

Ninety three thousand six hundred dollars. One year continue reading …