My mother was born in 1939. She was in her early forties when I was born; I was a “surprise.”
Today I was reminded of something she said three Christmases ago, when my brother, best friend and I were talking about the many onion layers of strangeness inherent in meeting people on the internet.
“What do you think, mom?” I asked her playfully.
“Of online dating.”
“I think it sucks.”