My Son Left Me Behind on Thanksgiving and Flew His Family to Hawaii—So Friday Morning, I Called Movers and Took Back Everything I Had Paid For
I said no.
He didn’t insist.
It felt awkward.
And good.
Sometimes change looks like everybody learning to tolerate a little awkwardness.
On the drive back to New Mexico the next day, I stopped at a roadside café.
Ordered soup.
Read a newspaper.