They Forgot to Invite Me to Christmas—So I Bought a Mountain. When They Came to Take It, the Deputy Was Already Waiting.

need them anyway. In early January, I visited Nana Ruth for her birthday. There on her refrigerator, held up by a cheerful cartoon magnet, was our family Christmas card: Mom, Dad, and Julian in matching red sweaters posed in front of our fireplace, the date stamped clearly as December 24th.

They hadn’t gone anywhere. They’d celebrated Christmas in our continue reading …