My Husband Put Our House In His Mother’s Name And …

of attention and energy.

By Friday, I had eaten poorly, slept badly, and answered more emails than I could count.

Barbara, to her credit, noticed.

“Claire,” she said at the end of our Friday call, “take the weekend. Don’t look at any of this. Let me do my job.”

I drove north on Saturday.

I had a college friend named Renata who lived in Madison, Wisconsin.continue reading …