My Son Brought A Nursing Home Brochure To My Birthday Dinner And Thought I Would Break

looked bored.”

I laughed so hard I had to hold the counter.

Two years after that birthday dinner, the children’s reading room at the county library opened. I was still in my house, still drinking coffee on the porch in the mornings, still alive and present and inconveniencing no one by continuing to exist in the place I had chosen. But I had decided continue reading …