I Was Uninvited From Christmas by the Man Living in My House

someone had died.

“Are you coming by Sunday?” she asked.

“For what?”

“Don’t do that, David.”

I rubbed my forehead. “For what, Mom.”

“I’m making tamales. Susan and Greg are coming. Your aunt Jean if her knee behaves.”

Family moved through her house in loose shifts. Holidays started early there. No formal invitations. Just food and arguing about foil pans.continue reading …