I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

once, slowly, and that was the whole of the exchange and it was enough. She walked the rest of the way down the aisle and stepped to his side and put her hand in his.

I walked the last of the distance alone.

Every step was a choice, which was, I understood, exactly the point. Not something endured or survived but something actively decided, each foot continue reading …