At Christmas dinner, my daughter-in-law stood up and declared, “I control this family now. Your cards are shut off.”

“I control this family now. Your cards are shut off.”

The room burst into applause.

My nieces clapped first. Then my brother Harold, flushed from too much wine, joined them. Even my sister-in-law Beverly lifted her glass as though Madison had just freed them from oppression. The dining room in my son’s Westchester house glowed with candles, silver garland,continue reading …