My son called to say he and his wife had moved to Florida a week earlier and “forgot to tell me,” and while his wife’s voice floated through the phone telling him not to drag it out or I’d start another guilt trip, I said, “All right, son. Good luck,” hung up, walked into my late husband’s office, and opened the one folder they had both spent years assuming I was too softhearted to ever use against them.
My son called me: “Mom, we moved to another state last week. We forgot to tell you.” I was silent for five seconds. I replied, “All right, son. Good luck.”…








