They Uninvited Me For Christmas—So I Pulled The Funding

That morning, I woke up expecting the usual pre-holiday chaos.

Every November for years, there’d be a group email from Mom: subject line something like “Ho Ho Ho!” There’d be a spreadsheet attached—courtesy of my sister, Carlen—color coded and over-engineered, listing who was bringing what dish, who was flying in from where, and where everyone was sleeping.continue reading …