“Mom, You’re Not Welcome For Christmas,” My Daughter Said Casually. I Didn’t Argue — I Made One Call, And Their Holiday Fell Apart The Next Day. – The Archivist

flop onto my couch, and talk about everything that had nothing to do with my mother.

“You know,” she said one afternoon, “I’ve known you for five years, and I’ve never seen you sit still this much. In your head you were always tracking something. Now you look like a person who’s figuring out what she actually likes.”

“What if I don’t know what I like?continue reading …