Am I an Evergreen?

     Bernice is an evergreen, freshness wafting from her boughs even though she’s ninety-five.
     If my mother-in-law isn’t rolling out Norwegian lefsa bread with an alcoholic woman to give her something productive to do, she’s encouraging a man whose wife was brutally murdered to let go of bitterness “or it’ll destroy you.”
    I’ve known Bernice for decades, and during that time her guest bedroom has been open to college students searching for a home-away-from-home, and her kitchen t...