After Caring for My Mother in Law for Ten Years, I Was Given 48 Hours to Leave

table where Margaret and I had drunk so many late-night cups of tea. On the first page I wrote: What do I want next, just for me?

The question felt almost subversive. I sat with it anyway, and I wrote.

Travel, somewhere with salt air and no particular obligation. A class in something messy and purposeless, pottery perhaps, something that made no one’s continue reading …