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

then I found something that made my hands go cold.

A small stack of payday loan envelopes.

I stared at them like they were radioactive.

Because I had been sending $2,000 a month.

And still, David had borrowed against his future to keep our mother alive with dignity.

My vision blurred.

When David came into the room and saw what I was holding, he stopped dead.continue reading …