At My 30th Birthday Dinner, My Mom Said I Was Adopted for a Tax Break

and the careful, anesthetic conversation of people who are assembled for a purpose they don’t yet understand. I almost relaxed. Then Patricia stood, walked to a small podium, and tapped the microphone.

“Thank you all for being here tonight,” she began, her voice sweet in the particular way that honey is sweet when you don’t know it’s been poured over continue reading …