On Christmas Day My Husband Yelled at an Empty Table Without Knowing What Was Coming

table. Not dropped, set. Carefully.

“Thirty-two years,” Curtis said, warming to the room, performing for his audience, “and you still haven’t learned how to do things right.”

I was sixty-three years old. I had built that man’s business with my hands and my knowledge and the years of my life that I would never get back. I had raised three children while continue reading …