My mother-in-law pointed at the door during New Year’s dinner and snapped, **“If you don’t like my rules, get out!”** – Welcome

me to be sure, which was her version of the same position, softer at the edges but pointing in the same direction. She said it twice, as if repetition would help the concern land more gently.

I told them I was sure. They nodded and went home, and nothing was resolved and nothing was acknowledged as unresolved, which was the way things often went in continue reading …