cnu-At my fortieth birthday party, my sister swung a baseball bat into…

teaching them to respect belongings.”

Brooklyn folded her arms. “Mom, she’s being mean.”

Emma looked at me then. Not begging me to rescue her. Just checking if the rules we taught her still applied when adults got uncomfortable.

I put a hand on her shoulder.

“Emma said no. That’s the end of it.”

My mother, standing near the potato salad, sighed loudly enough continue reading …