I WORE MY GRANDMOTHER’S WEDDING DRESS IN HER HONOR — WHILE ALTERING IT, I FOUND A HIDDEN NOTE THAT REVEALED SOMETHING I

to carry them. She said it the night I turned 18, when we were sitting on her porch after dinner, the cicadas going full tilt in the dark.

She had just brought out her wedding dress in its old garment bag. She unzipped it and held it up in the yellow porch light like it was something sacred, which, to her, it was.

Grandma Rose used to say that some truths continue reading …