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

in rooms where they spent enough time, in the arrangement of objects and the quality of the light and the knowledge that someone who loved you was here once and understood the value of exactly this kind of ordinary afternoon.

“I’m not going to bail you out of this,” I told him. “Not the mortgage. Not the debt. You need to meet the ground.”

“I know that continue reading …