Bikers Were Painting My Dead Mother’s House Pink At 4AM And I Didn’t Know Any Of Them

Bikers were painting my dead mother’s house pink at 4 AM and I didnn’t know any of them. I counted nine of them. I didn’t know a single one.

My mom died on a Tuesday. Pancreatic cancer. She was 67. I flew in from Seattle for the funeral and stayed to deal with the house.

I hadn’t been home in three years. My mom and I weren’t close. We had our reasons.continue reading …