My daughter-in-law thought a text message could justify leaving my grandson unsupervised at the airport.

During the initial week of December, on a Tuesday, the holiday cards were delivered, bearing my sister’s signature on each one.

Standing in the driveway, I froze because of a specific detail: it was not the fact that two cards had been sent, but rather that their recipients were my immediate neighbors on both sides, the Patel family and the Iversons.continue reading …