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

person who knew me when I was nobody yet. He had seen me before I was Raymond’s wife or someone’s teacher or someone’s mother.

He had seen me when I was just a girl who could not sleep and used to come sit on the edge of his bed, and he would talk in the dark until I felt steady again.

That was 60 years ago.

It seemed like nothing at all.

I told him I continue reading …