My Family Had Me Thrown Out of My Own House

when I was fifteen because he said I had a head for numbers and no patience for bullshit, which in his opinion were two useful gifts for a girl to have.

He loved Madison too. That’s the part people like to flatten. He did.

But with Madison he was soft.

With me he was honest.

When he got sick, really sick, that changed the orbit of the house. Pancreatic continue reading …