I was not sad when I hung up on my mom. It was a FaceTime video call that started badly, moved into hostility, then ended with my disconnecting from it. Disconnecting from her. It was about time, even if a long time coming. Before Thanksgiving, my oldest brother sent an email to me asking for my new address. I ignored it and he didn't contact me again. For Thanksgiving, I took Patrick to our church so that he could participate in the volunteering of putting on a holiday dinner for 120 people. It went really well. The logistics seemed to fall into place more easily this year than the last. I stayed in the kitchen working the food with other church members. Patrick began at the industrial sink washing dishes with another person; then, when the event officially began, he moved to working as a server for the people seated at the table assigned to him. The time passed very quickly, with the end arriving a bit anti-climactically. The constant movement of people, dishes, and food did ...