It happened on an ordinary Tuesday afternoon in April.I was standing at my kitchen sink in Madison, rinsing out a coffee mug, with the phone tucked between my ear and my shoulder, when my daughter said, “Mom, don’t come this summer.”
I actually turned off the faucet.The kitchen went quiet. I could hear the refrigerator humming. I could hear a lawnmower somewhere down the block, the first one of the year.READ MORE BELOW..