True story. At the trust meeting, my daughter said: “She has no say.” I reached into my bag and…

I could say that would be useful.

And I had decided somewhere around February that I was done being useful in ways that cost me something I needed.

I drove home through roads I had driven for 40 years.

Past the school where I had taught fourth grade for two decades, and then fifth, and then fourth again.

Past the hardware store where Raymond used to stop continue reading …