No Matriarch

 She sits at head of the table each Sunday waiting dish out family advice. Her calm demeanor and crows feet serve as the identifying marks of wisdom. For decades her children looked forward to her family dinners and the sense of belonging. But where is she? This house has been empty of a qualified matriarch for decades....Perhaps she been lost in the shuffle of social media and the haven of technology. She has lost her position at the head of the table because no one is interested in her sage advice. Everyone is too busy to have Sunday dinner. The best this house can hope for is an occasional skype.