At a small Chicago clinic, an Alaska nurse called about my daughter and said, “Your son-in-law hasn’t been here.” I booked the first flight north without crying, and by dawn, his Bahamas honeymoon was no longer the worst thing I’d found. – News

my purse ever buzzes again with another unknown number and another frightened voice saying your daughter needs you, I will answer before the first ring is done.

Because I know what it costs when love arrives three weeks late.

I still keep a packed bag in the hall closet now.

Two sweaters. Underwear. Charger. Medication.

And the pink album.

Always the pink continue reading …