A child’s swing twists forlornly in the breeze beneath the behemoth maple tree that shades our home. A year and a half ago, we moved from what we thought was our forever home steps from Cape Cod Bay to Rhode Island, just so we could be close to our two young grandsons. Empty nesters now, we gladly and giddily bought a bigger house than we needed, complete with a fenced-in yard and the swing.
