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

that the old one was wearing thin, and I watched the lights of the twelve-foot fir blink against the vaulted ceiling and tried to remember when a room this beautiful had last felt comfortable to sit in.

“I could cook this year,” I said. I kept my voice casual, the voice I used on job sites when I was suggesting rather than directing. “The turkey with continue reading …