I was born in 1969, a child of the-birth-control-pill-gone-wrong. Ironic since my mother never wanted to have children. I know this because she told me. She was nearly 41 when I was born, and I am told that my father was delighted at the news of an impending birth. She…

There was a kind of bedlam today, at the Garden House. My mother and her friends sat and ate their lunch, like so many pre-schoolers at little tables. Paper napkins, plastic flowers, simulacrum dining. She sat and looked wet eyed and confused to see me, and she told me how pretty I…