Mark Keats

Feb 13, 2025 | theoffingmag.com | Hannah Grieco |Jennifer Givhan |Kimberly Rooney |Mark Keats

I get an email from Ancestry.com. I leave it unread in my inbox, at first. I think about deleting it. I think, for the hundredth time, about unsubscribing and blocking. I think about canceling the account, which was a gift from my adoptive mother almost ten years ago. Every six months or so, I stare out the window instead of working. My skin itches for days. I eventually scratch, open the email, click on the site link. I need to see how the map of my people has changed.