After Setting a Boundary With My Family, I Learned Something Important at the Bank

August arrived without being called — Martha with a bandana in her hair, the smell of polyurethane, the satisfaction of a Tuesday evening when the first coat dried and we stood in the doorway looking at what we’d made.

I pulled the old suitcase off the closet shelf.

I have kept it there since 1987, which is the year Martha and I went to Yellowstone for continue reading …