At Mother’s Day Dinner My Family Made A Decision For Me And The Next Morning Everything Changed

around to embrace Colette. My father slapped the table and laughed.

“That’s my girl.”

The phrase hit me harder than I expected. Not because I wanted it for myself exactly, but because I recognized what it meant about tone. My father had never said anything to me with quite that register of uncomplicated pride. He loved me in some practical sense, I believed,continue reading …