My Son Told Me Not to Come on the Trip I Paid For

He tried anger. He tried guilt. He tried the dead-mother card, which was new.

“Mom would be ashamed of you right now. You know that, right? She’d be disgusted.”

I set the phone down after that one. Went to the bathroom. Washed my face. Looked at myself in the mirror for a while. Seventy years old. Gray everywhere. Bags under my eyes like bruises. Lorraine continue reading …