I’m 64 and my son got divorced last year and he called me late one night and cried on the phone for twenty minutes — and I realized that was the first time in his adult life he had cried in front of me, and I also realized that I had never cried in front of him, not once, and I understood in that moment that he had probably been waiting thirty years for permission I had never thought to give him, and I started crying too, and we sat on the phone in the dark like two people finally being honest
It was past eleven when my phone rang, and I almost didn’t answer. I’d been sitting in my recliner with ...
