True story. I cooked, cleaned & paid bills in my daughter’s house. She said, “If you can’t work, what’s the point of you being here?”

into the sun.

I looked at it for a long time.

Then I got up.

I moved carefully because my back was still bad and I wasn’t going to rush this.

I took my suitcase out from under the bed.

I began to fold things and place them inside.

Not everything. I knew I wouldn’t be able to take everything that day, and I would need to arrange for the rest later.

But I packed continue reading …