True story. I cooked, cleaned & paid bills in my daughter’s house. She said, “If you can’t work, what’s the point of you being here?”

Ben spilled his milk and laughed at himself.

I felt, for a moment, entirely content.

After dinner, Lauren said, “That was really good, Mom.”

And then she and Craig went into the living room and turned on the television.

And I cleared the table and washed the dishes and put away the leftovers and wiped down the counters and turned off the kitchen lights.continue reading …