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 looked toward the small photograph of Arthur on his desk.

Then remembered Santa Fe.

The adobe buildings.

The mountains.

The quiet apartment I’d admired during my last visit.

A place where I’d once imagined spending a few weeks without schedules belonging to other people.

“No,” I said.

“New Mexico.”