You texted: “I’m finished doing those pagan holidays—no gifts or cards, please. The kids are all on board.”

You memory-holed me; everyone forgot.

Then, I heard about your parties.

Did you fear my disability was contagious?

I’m weary of pointless waiting. I release you from all obligations.

Adieu,

Mama

Cate Covert hails from sunny Idaho, U.S.A. She has been telling stories since she could talk. She is a gardener and amateur herbalist, plays guitar and piano, and loves baking bread and making beaded jewelry. Most of all, Cate Covert loves to engage her reading and listening audiences. You can read her frequent inspirational writings, poetry, flash fiction, and humorous stories at Cate Covert on Chadashah.org or her Inspirational essays and bible studies at Pastora Cate’s Corner on Substack.