My Nephew Threw My Purse in the Pool—By Morning, My Brother’s Car Was Gone

with the windows cracked, cold air swirling with music. No one texted demanding money. No one complained. No one threw anything.

We hiked a little, watched a terrible movie, made popcorn. One morning, I let Hannah have ice cream for breakfast just because.

“This is the best birthday tradition,” she said. “Way better than watching Logan melt down over continue reading …