MY SON-IN-LAW CALLED MY DAUGHTER “BUTTERBALL” AND TOLD HER SHE WASN’T ALLOWED TO HAVE DESSERT AT OUR FAMILY DINNER — HE HAD NO IDEA I WAS ABOUT TO MAKE HIM REGRET IT.

always acted like I needed to think about it before letting her have the spatula.

Now Sally was thirty-one, a wife and a mother, but sometimes I could still see that little girl in her.

Especially lately.

Especially when she walked into my house with tired eyes and a smile that seemed to take effort.

Sally had been dealing with postpartum depression and continue reading …