On Mother’s Day, my grown kids told me they had chosen the restaurant and expected me to pay for all twelve of them, just like always.

look away.

The next morning in Rome, Helen walked to the Pantheon.

She stood beneath the massive dome while sunlight poured through the oculus in a perfect white column. Tourists whispered and took photos around her, but Helen stood still with her eyes raised.

She thought of Daniel.

She thought of the twenty-two-year-old version of herself who had wanted continue reading …