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

to leave his cave.

“Grandma,” he said, “this one is like you.”

I looked at the cover. The dragon was old and stubborn and deeply comfortable in his cave, and he had a very direct gaze.

“Good,” I said. “I like him already.”

That evening I went home alone. Not lonely: alone. The distinction still matters to me, and I think it always will.

I unlocked my front continue reading …