My Son Started Packing My Barbecue Into Takeout Boxes

over.”

Then she took home half the turkey in one of my own casserole dishes and I had to ask for the dish back three times.

At Christmas, Diane had walked through my living room, touched the top of the bookshelf with one finger, looked at the dust that wasn’t there, and said, “You must be so tired keeping up with a house this size at your age.”

At Easter,continue reading …