At Easter Brunch My Brother Demanded The Beach House Until I Called My Lawyer And Changed Everything

source of a problem.

“See,” he said, his voice loud enough for the kids in the doorway to hear it. “You have always been the problem.”

Thirty years of that sentence, in various forms. Always dramatic. Always difficult. Always the one who won’t simply agree.

I looked at the broken glass. At Mark, breathing audibly. At my father standing with his arm extended continue reading …