”I really appreciate you staying with Nora.” My son smells like too much whiskey as he bends over to hug me yet again. Hugging is still new for us.

For far too long, we’ve had a stiff, formal relationship. It was what I had with my parents. It was what I thought was expected for him to fit in with our friends. I wish I hadn’t subjected him to all of that, especially since the ”friends” who meant so much to me have been nowhere to be found ...