“My dad owns every law firm in this province,” the lawyer’s daughter laughed after ramming her brand-new Tesla into my old Subaru

thought motherhood would unfold in a neat line instead of through disaster and grit. But mostly I felt lucky. Not in a loud way. In a private, almost frightened way, like I had found something too good to mention too loudly in case the universe changed its mind. Two days before the wedding, on Thursday night, I was folding laundry in my bedroom while continue reading …