My Dad Married At 73 And I Thought She Wanted His House Until She Handed Me A Cold Key

opening boxes, pulling folders. Dorothy told us. The Violet House had been a shelter. For women fleeing their husbands, their fathers, their brothers. Constance had started it in this room when we were children.

I said my mother was a housewife. It came out flat and foolish even as I said it.

Dorothy let out a small sound that was not quite a laugh. continue reading …