Bikers Burned My House Down the Night Before the Bank Could Take It

you. She doesn’t know how to talk to you anymore.”

I stared at him.

My daughter-in-law. My oldest son’s wife. My son Tommy, who hadn’t spoken to me in four years. Hadn’t called when his mother died. Hadn’t come home for the funeral. The fight had been about something so small I couldn’t even remember what it was anymore. Some Christmas, some comment,continue reading …