My Son Drove Away and Left Me in a Foreign Town as a “Joke.” A Month Later, He Found Me Living a New Life Without Him.

Tuscany, kept drawing my attention. I had taught Renaissance art and history for thirty years, showing students slides of Florence and the Tuscan hill towns, describing places I’d never seen with my own eyes. The irony wasn’t lost on me.

That evening, I told Maria my plan. “I’m not going back to my son. I’m going to Italy. To Florence.”

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