The Postscript | Carrie Classon

IT IS THE TENDER CUSP of Christmas.

It is that time when emotions run close to the overfill point, when sentimentality and anger and depression and euphoria mix freely together, with not enough space between them to tell the difference from one moment to the next.

I am visiting my parents—and, of course, this does not help.

My parents are doing well (thank you for a…