Two Days After Grandma’s Funeral My Brother Asked About The Money But I Was Already One Step Ahead

house wrapped in a clean blanket drinking chamomile tea. I thought about Daniel’s wildflowers and the framed drawing with the crooked crown and the six months of honest therapy with my son, building something real from materials that had been honest to start with.

“Yes,” I told her. “Because now I live where I choose to be. Not where I am merely tolerated.continue reading …