My mother-in-law blocked the entrance to my new apartment and screamed that her son had bought it for her, ordering me to leave.

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She arrived with a cane, a duffel bag, and the expression of a woman ready to commit crimes on my behalf despite recent surgery.

“I can’t lift anything over ten pounds,” she announced, “but I can supervise vengeance.”

“No vengeance.”

“Fine. Strategic restoration.”

Together, we rebuilt the apartment.

We replaced the pillows. Rehung the photos. Took continue reading …