My Son Texted Me: ‘You Weren’t Invited To Dinner, My Wife Doesn’t Want You There’. And This Was After I Had Paid For Their New House. I Replied, ‘Okay’ And Canceled All Payments, Deleting 174 Receipts. They Started Calling Me, But I…
I straightened the folds in my navy-blue dress, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles. It was the kind of dress I’d always thought appropriate for family dinners—not too dressy to make Marissa roll her eyes, but decent enough not to look sloppy. At seventy-seven, I’d long since stopped chasing fashion, but I’d always liked to…
