“At 3:15 a.m., I Heard My Son Tell His Wife How to Drain My Account”

accounts, just for safety.”

I’d deflect. Change the subject. Make tea. But the questions kept coming, relentless as water wearing down stone.

Mark started his own campaign over dinners I cooked for them three, four, five nights a week.

“You don’t really need that much set aside, Mom. What are you saving for at this point?” He’d say it with a little laugh,continue reading …