The Night My Daughter-in-Law Sent Me to Sleep in the Garage

canvas by a local artist, a couple standing at the water’s edge, their faces turned toward the horizon. Beside it sat an oak rocking chair Gordon had picked out from a little shop in town.

Our wedding photo stood on a console table, the glass catching the sun.

I stood there for a long time and whispered, “I’m home, Gordon.”

On my first afternoon in Cancun,continue reading …