Tonight for dinner the four of us were sprawled out on the floor around the center table in the living room. We were all reading our books, dad with his iPad and scotch, mom with a rum and coke, my sister with a wine, and a beer for me. I looked up while reaching for another tasty fried nugget of deliciousness, and felt a wave of comfort and complacency wash over me.
Life can be good and kind.
