My Daughter Tried to Keep Me Out of the Lake House I Built, But When She Arrived for the Fourth of July, I Had Already Made Room

lipstick and once told me at a church dinner, “People think I’m strong because I don’t cry in public. Truth is, Dorothy, I cry every single night. I’m just private about it.”

Five women. Five lives I understood because in one way or another they rhymed with mine.

I called each of them.

You want to take me where?

Hilton Head, I said. One week. Ocean view.continue reading …