My Parents Went to Aspen for Christmas Without Me—So I Rehomed the Dog and Kept the Paperwork

you got just because it was given to you.”

“I know it’s hard,” I said. “But you’re trying. That’s more than they’ve ever done.”

After he left, I sat on my balcony with Molly at my feet and thought about forgiveness, about family, about what we owe to the people who raised us versus what we owe to ourselves. I thought about my mother’s weekly letters continue reading …