AT MY SISTER’S WEDDING, SHE SMIRKED AND SAID, “GO FIND ANOTHER TABLE, ADOPTED GIRL”

a chess piece.

“Why,” I said. It wasn’t even a question. It was just the word, falling out.

What Margaret Told Me

She told me to sit, and this time I did, because my legs decided for me.

“I was nineteen,” she said. “It was 1990. I got pregnant by a man my mother despised, and back then, in this family, in this town – ” She stopped. Looked at the altar.continue reading …