The Long Night In My Mother’s Bed

A bit of a rant about cowboy doctors and the things we do for love

“I’ve been through hell this week,” my mother says, tearing up just a little bit as she does so. My mom rarely cries, so I know that it’s not an overstatement. I’ve just gotten into town to be with her and she asks me if I will sleep with her tonight. Although that means that I won’t get much rest, I don’t want to say no to her after what…