MY SISTER GOT $100,000 FOR A MONACO TRIP

into place all at once, like tumblers in a lock.

The way my mom never let me near the kitchen when she was tired.

The way my dad’s face went flat in old photos where he was holding me – every single one – and easy in the ones with Jolene.

The way nobody ever celebrated my birthday with cake at home. We always “went out,” which meant a Chili’s, which meant continue reading …