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

love that stays.

It doesn’t announce itself.

Norah and I walked every Tuesday morning through the neighborhood, a habit we had formed the previous fall and decided to keep.

We walked past the school, past the cemetery, past the coffee shop that changed ownership every few years but kept the same unreasonably comfortable chairs.

We talked about her husband’s continue reading …