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

I went to the guest room, where I had been sleeping for two years because Curtis had stopped pretending to want me in the same bed. I lay in the dark and thought about my father.

Robert Caldwell had been a carpenter in Memphis, Tennessee, a man who worked with his hands and kept his accounts in a small ledger and believed, with the unshakeable conviction continue reading …