At My Father’s Ceremony They Said I Could Not Do Anything Right Until I Walked In And Smiled

“You’re asking me to stop pretending she was something other than what she is.”

I met his eyes.

“That’s harder,” he said.

“Yes.”

“But fair.”

He looked out the kitchen window toward the fountain Evelyn had installed in the backyard, dry and decorative and perfectly representative of something chosen for appearance over function.

“The azaleas,” he said suddenly.continue reading …