At Christmas Dinner, My Daughter Tried To Take My Home Until I Opened …

we should have that second pot of coffee now and maybe a little more of that apple pie. The dinner continued, but the tension was gone. We talked about the holidays. We talked about the new year.

We laughed. We behaved like a family, a real family, the kind made of choice and loyalty, not just blood and bank accounts. But as I looked across the table,continue reading …