At 54, I Moved In With a Man I Barely Knew So I Wouldn’t Be a Burden to My Daughter

or interesting to someone new, felt absurd and exhausting.

But Sandra was persistent in that gentle way that wears you down through sheer kindness.

“Just meet him for coffee,” she said. “What’s the worst that could happen? You waste an hour drinking overpriced lattes.”

So I agreed, mostly to make her stop asking.

We met on a Saturday afternoon in late continue reading …