The Satellite Son and the Cane Son: When Money Can’t Carry Grief

kitchen table, wearing a suit that was clearly two sizes too big and ten years out of style. He had dark, purple circles under his eyes that looked like bruises. His hands were rough, the knuckles swollen. He is three years younger than me, but in that moment, he looked a decade older.

I decided to get to business. I sat opposite him, clasping my hands.continue reading …