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

my father said. And I told them the honest answer, which is that I had not managed it alone. That a small person in white shoes had slipped her hand into mine in a corridor and steadied something in me that had been about to slip, not by saying anything, not yet, but by being present in the specific way that children are present when they have decided continue reading …