cnu-At my fortieth birthday party, my sister swung a baseball bat into…

while telling myself forty was not old, just solid. The trays of burger buns, sliced tomatoes, corn on the cob, and pasta salad sweating under plastic wrap in the late July heat.

Everything looked like a family should look.

My name is Anita Morgan. At the time, I had just turned forty, and I had made the mistake of believing that surviving four decades continue reading …