While I Was at Lunch With My Daughter My Neighbor Called and Asked Why Someone Was Loading Boxes From My House

worth returning to. Without her, the house was the same house, the same square footage, the same rooms, but the proportions felt wrong. Too much space in all the wrong places.

My daughter Lisa told me she worried about me rattling around alone in a place that size. She was the one who established our Wednesday lunches, framing them as time for me to continue reading …