On my daughter’s wedding day, she walked down the aisle with a br:uise hidden beneath her makeup. Then her fiancé smiled and said, “She needed to be taught a lesson.”

in our neighborhood and grinned down at me from the highest branch, fearless. Then the organ began. The coordinator hissed that it was time. And the machinery of the wedding rolled forward, because society excels at guiding women toward disaster when the flowers are pretty enough.

I walked her down the aisle.
Halfway there, Daniel leaned toward the officiant,continue reading …