Mom Called Me Damaged at My Sister’s Baby Shower

The baby shower.

The word damaged.

But if you protect the small good things long enough, the wound becomes one room in a much larger house.

You may still pass through it.

You do not have to live there.

On our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, Alexander and I returned to Italy.

We stood beneath the olive trees where we had married.

“You once told me you were continue reading …