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?”

Lauren had just been stressed and didn’t mean it the way it sounded.

I sat with that question honestly, and then I thought about the roast chicken dinner I had made, the candles I had lit, the counters I had wiped every evening, the children I had picked up every afternoon, the groceries I had bought every week, the electric bill, the winter coats, continue reading …