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

our fortieth wedding anniversary. The cover was worn smooth from years of being tucked into my purse, the pages faintly scented with old paper and his cologne.

On the first page I wrote carefully, in neat block letters:

“Day One. No one remembers who I used to be. They think I’ve lost my worth completely. But I won’t remind them. I’ll let them find out continue reading …