They Hid Me Behind A Pillar At My Brother’s Wedding

ballroom, General Harland handed the picture to the nearest groomsman.

“Pass it,” he said.

People did.

Slowly.

Like it might burn them too.

My cousin Debbie, who once told me I was “a lot” because I didn’t smile in family pictures, leaned over it and went pale under her spray tan.

Aunt Cheryl took it next. She put on her reading glasses. Her mouth pinched.continue reading …