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

The window. The afternoon light doing what it had done for twenty-two years. The pilot log on the side table. The Yellowstone suitcase visible through the open bedroom door, back on the shelf where it lived, olive green and enduring.

“I’m in a good position otherwise, too,” I said. “It turns out.”

After we hung up, I opened the pilot log to a fresh continue reading …