My parents refused to care for my younger kids while I tended to my oldest with leukemia; I called my ex-husband, but he said: “You’re just a poor writer, deal with it”

planned hard enough.

The one thing I never budgeted for was needing another adult in the room.

Mark had walked out two years earlier when Wyatt was still in diapers. After that, I simply became more efficient, the way you do when there is no second pair of hands to catch what you drop.

People at school called me strong. For a long time, I took that as a compliment. Now I understand there is a difference between carrying weight and carrying it alone.

That Tuesday night, the difference finally