They Divided My Father’s House Car And Savings Then Gave Me The One Thing They Thought Was Worthless

that in my house always dissolved under my mother’s favorite phrase, in a family we don’t keep score. My dad kept score. Not to be vindictive, I understood now, sitting on that floor with the notebook open in my lap, but to remember, because somebody eventually needed to.

I found a page marked with a strip of blue painter’s tape further along. If you continue reading …