She Called Me Sterile at Dinner. Then My Daughter Rose Like a Verdict.

are like gardens?”

I smiled. “How so?”

“Well, some things grow from seeds. Some things get moved from other places. Some things need extra help. But if you take care of them, they still bloom.”

I sat back on my heels and looked at her.

Six years old.

A philosopher in rain boots.

“Yes,” I said softly. “I think families are exactly like gardens.”

She considered continue reading …