My Sister Dropped Her Kids On My Doorstep For The Tenth Weekend In A Row

Not from her.

From Aunt Denise.

Aunt Denise is my mother’s younger sister, sixty-one, retired postal worker, drinks coffee like it’s medicine, and has never in her life managed to mind her own business. I love her for it.

She called me and opened with, “Your sister’s out here saying you locked those babies on the porch.”

I sat down so fast I missed the continue reading …