I Sat Quietly at My Father’s Veterans Ceremony Until a Uniformed Officer Ignored the Stage and Came Directly to Me

papers. I did not have a name for what I felt watching it, exactly. Not anger, which requires surprise as its fuel. Something more like the tired recognition of a pattern you have come to know better than you wish you did.

After the kitchen and the dishes and Evelyn’s commentary delivered at sink level, after the suggestion that I not wear anything continue reading …