“If you want dinner, lick it off the floor!” My son-in-law mocked me after knocking my plate down, while making a toast at dinner. I stood up, adjusted my coat, and said three words that left him completely terrified!

glasses, and signed absolutely nothing.

Victor believed grief had softened me.

He believed old age had made me harmless.

He believed a widow in a black coat could be cornered and forgotten there.

I stood slowly. My knees ached, but my spine stayed straight. I removed the napkin from my lap, placed it beside the broken plate, and adjusted my coat carefully.continue reading …