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

“just one dinner.”

One dinner.

One house.

As if those things could be measured against each other.

I ended the conversation before I slipped back into my usual role of repairing everyone’s discomfort.

“I’m not changing my mind today.”

“Don’t make a permanent decision because you’re emotional.”

“I’m not doing anything permanent. I’m stopping something before continue reading …