My In-Laws Threw Me Into the Rain

permission.

I kept the old canvas suitcase.

Even after the zipper broke. Even after the mud stains never fully came out.

It sits now in the closet of the lake house in Vermont, beneath a shelf of Adrian’s sweaters and beside the new leather suitcase I use for work trips.

Sometimes visitors ask why I keep it.

I usually tell them it reminds me to pack lightly.continue reading …