At Dinner My Daughter In Law Mocked My Unemployment Until I Revealed The House Was In My Name

carried the exhaustion of someone who had not slept and the strain of someone who had been having a version of last night’s conversation on continuous loop. “What the hell happened?”

“Language,” I said, “and I think you know exactly what happened.”

I poured my coffee and sat in the sunroom where the morning light came through at the angle I had always continue reading …