My mother texted me a photograph on Sunday. That doesn’t sound like a newsworthy occasion, but mom had never texted anything to me or anyone else, ever. It was a photo of the flowers I sent her for Mother’s Day. The picture was a little grainy and out of focus, but that’s what a 15-yearold flip phone will get you.
“Does this mean you’re going to start texting now?” I asked when I called her.
“No. I …
