“Your Kids Can Eat at Home,” My Dad Said—So When the Waiter Returned, I Stood Up

used it like a leash. Erin used it like a light.

I looked at Evan helping Sophie wipe frosting off her chin. I looked at Jenna actually parenting her own kids instead of performing for an audience. I looked at Dad, uncomfortable but trying.

Two years after the napkin incident, my life looked different in small but crucial ways. I’d bought a modest townhouse.continue reading …