At 7:20 a.m. My Bank Manager Said There Was Six Figures of Debt in My Name

a Thursday evening support group for elder abuse survivors in the basement of a church three miles from my house. The room held about fifteen people, ages ranging from their late fifties to their mid-eighties, and we sat in a circle of folding chairs under fluorescent lights and talked about the things that were hardest to say anywhere else.

A woman continue reading …