In every phone call with my mother there comes a point when dialogue narrows to monologue, and she insists that she’d be better off dead than at the assisted living. Usually, I change the subject to some cheerful antic of a grandchild. Lately, she’s begun reminding me that she never sees her grandchildren, that they […]

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