My Doctor Said Stay in Bed. I Was Already on the Pacific Coast Highway. When I Got to the House I’d Built for My Parents’ Anniversary, My Brother-in-Law Was Evicting Them. I Laughed in His Face and Said: “You Have Exactly One Hour to Leave.”

come back to the house.

I cannot tell you with certainty how everything resolved, because some of it is still moving through processes that take longer than a story does. What I can tell you is that the house is my parents’ house, formally transferred as I had intended, with my mother’s kitchen and my father’s workshop and windows that face the ocean.continue reading …