My Son Texted That I Wasn’t Welcome for Thanksgiving After I Bought Them a House So I Gave One Calm Reply and Stopped Paying for Everything

pot roast is actually good.”

I shook his hand. Not a hug yet, but a handshake I meant.

“Next month,” I said. “One dinner at a time.”

I drove home with the windows down, January air coming off the desert dry and slightly cold the way desert air is in winter, and I let myself think about the past several months without trying to organize the thinking into continue reading …