Mom Called Me Damaged at My Sister’s Baby Shower

shower I have ever attended.”

Alexander laughed first.

Then I did.

By the time we reached Boston, my hands had stopped shaking.

Part 3: The Price of Telling the Truth

That night, after all five children had been fed, bathed, rocked, sung to, negotiated with, and finally defeated by sleep, Alexander and I sat on the kitchen floor.

Not because it was romantic.continue reading …