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

deep blue. It was 5:23 a.m.

I made coffee. I took a shower. I got dressed in my nicest slacks and the blue cardigan Mark had given me for Christmas three years ago, back when he still occasionally remembered I was a person and not just a resource to be liquidated.

Then I went back to bed, set my alarm for 8:30, and actually slept.

When the alarm went continue reading …