My mother-in-law pointed at the door during New Year’s dinner and snapped, **“If you don’t like my rules, get out!”** – Welcome

church, the congregation, the family friend officiating, all of it had been arranged not as a concession but as a theater, a room full of people and the authority of the place where I had grown up all brought together to put pressure on something my parents wanted me to doubt.

I stood in the corridor and thought about leaving. Not about Daniel, never continue reading …