I Supported My Son For Years—Until They Skipped My 75th Birthday

the pearls. I washed my face. Then I sat on the edge of my bed and thought about what had just happened.

And for the first time, I let myself think the thought I’d been avoiding.

Maybe love shouldn’t cost $700 a week.

The Decision

Saturday morning, I woke up at my usual time. I made coffee, took my pills, sat at the kitchen table. But this time, I didn’t continue reading …