At Sunday Brunch, My Family Celebrated “High Society.” Three Weeks Later, They Learned the Truth

mugs. She’d married my father, who was ambitious and determined to move them upward. It had taken a lifetime to inch their way into this room, into this world where brunch was served on china with a crest. To her, this wasn’t just some club—it was proof they’d been right, that their striving had been worth it.

I understood that. I even sympathized. continue reading …