My Brother Arrested Me At Thanksgiving Dinner

warfare, Clare. And your father is their primary asset.”

My father. The man who taught me how to ride a bike. The man who held me when I had my heart broken for the first time.

The man who, for the last eleven years, had looked at me with a profound, unshakable sadness. I always thought it was because I wasn’t married, because I didn’t have a “normal” continue reading …