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

you still mad at Mom?”

I set my tea down and looked out at the water.

“No,” I said. “I’m not mad.”

“But you haven’t forgotten,” she said.

I smiled.

“Not forgetting doesn’t mean staying angry,” I told her. “It means remembering so we don’t get lost again. Some wounds don’t need ointment. They just need us to stop touching them.”

She thought about that, then continue reading …