The Day Before My Sister’s Wedding I Woke Up To Find My Hair Had Been Cut While I Slept

it rather than naming it. I was not a villain in this story and neither was I simply a victim. I was a person who had been trained from childhood to make herself small and was now, at twenty-six, in the process of unlearning it.

Ashley wrote to me three months after the wedding. It was not a complete letter. She still described what our parents had continue reading …