My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

“Now I have distance,” I said.

The birthday problem arrived the way family problems always arrived in my life.

Disguised as logistics.

Claire’s thirtieth birthday was scheduled for October 19 at a private dining room in Pittsburgh. My mother had booked a place on Penn Avenue called Garfield Social, a restaurant with exposed brick walls, small plates, continue reading …