My Family Said I Was A Shame Until I Walked Away From My Sister’s Wedding

in my Civic had died in July and I had been too busy sewing a wedding dress to fix it. The October humidity hung on my forearms like damp cotton. Spanish moss blurred past on both sides of the highway, and somewhere around mile marker fourteen, the garment bag shifted on the passenger seat and the zipper jingled, and the sound was so small and so stupid continue reading …