At 67 I Came Home Alone After Heart Surgery And My Family Told Me To Call An Uber

The way a man held the door for someone he did not know.

My hand trembled slightly. Whether from the medication, the exhaustion, or something more basic than either, I could not tell anymore.

Twenty-three days earlier I had boarded a flight to Ohio alone and checked into a hospital bed in a city where I did not know a single street name. I had signed continue reading …