the message and put my phone away.
Weeks passed.
The cruise carried me from Miami to Jamaica, through the Caribbean, and eventually toward Europe.
I finally saw places I had spent forty years promising myself I would visit someday.
Someday always came after somebody else.
After Austin needed help.
After Chloe needed a babysitter.
After Ernest recovered.
After the bills were paid.
After everyone else was comfortable.
There had always been another after.
Until there wasn’t.
So I stopped waiting.
I learned to dance on the upper deck.
I ate
