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

as pressure closing in on a choice they wanted to reverse, they had not gotten it. The room had shifted around them, quietly and completely, and whatever authority they had borrowed from the church and the congregation and the family friend at the pulpit had not held.

After, in the gentle chaos of guests moving and congratulations being offered and continue reading …