The Christmas I Finally Chose Myself — And Left My Daughter to Face the Truth

23rd dawned with a clear, bright sky that seemed to promise good things ahead. Paula picked me up at eight in the morning, her car loaded with beach chairs and a cooler full of snacks for the drive.

I put my small suitcase in the trunk and settled into the passenger seat, watching my house disappear in the side mirror. For the first time in years, I continue reading …