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

and their particular sense of how the world was supposed to receive them. I turned the ringer off and picked up the history of the Columbia River, which I had been meaning to read for two years and which turned out to be genuinely engrossing.

At five in the afternoon a car came fast into my driveway and doors opened and slammed with the percussion of continue reading …