My Family Laughed at a Cruel Christmas Card About Me So I Left the Country and Let Them Find the Folder

family photos on the refrigerator. The handmade potholders Emma had given me for my birthday. The drawing Jake had made of our family, where I stood apart from the others, somehow smaller than everyone else.

I had barely slept, my mind racing with plans and possibilities. The Parkinson’s tremor in my left hand seemed more pronounced this morning, though continue reading …