My Mother Told Me to Get Out and Never Come Back, Then My Father Called Weeks Later Asking Why I Stopped Paying Their Mortgage

answer. I know Dad tries. He sends a payment when he can, fifty dollars sometimes, a hundred other times. The amounts are small but the effort is new, and new things deserve to be named. We meet for coffee every few weeks and talk carefully, like people crossing thin ice, but at least now we’re both looking down.

Mom and I speak rarely. Birthdays. Major continue reading …