My Son Told Me Not to Come for Christmas but Two Days Later My Phone Would Not Stop Ringing

the December air of Spokane hit me in the face and it felt more honest than anything in that room had felt in a long time. I walked down the driveway to my truck, the old Ford I had kept running for twenty years because every dollar I was not spending on a new vehicle was a dollar available for other things, the mortgage payment most recently, and continue reading …