My Son Slid a Stack of Papers in Front of Me: “Sign the Transfer Deed or I’ll Put You in a Nursing Home.” He Thought He Had Me Cornered, but He Didn’t Know the House Was Already in an Irrevocable Trust That Required the Signature of a “Third Party”—The Very Person He Hadn’t Spoken to in 15 Years.
The Ultimatum at the Kitchen Table The afternoon sun was streaming into the kitchen, the same kitchen where I had…