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

around being slightly overwhelmed, a kind of performance of martyrdom that he wore like a badge: beleaguered father, overextended husband, man who carried more than anyone realized.

While my father fussed with the ham, I set out the rolls and looked at the reflection in my mother’s china cabinet. She’d been gone two years. The cabinet remained exactly continue reading …