My Nephew Smashed My 8000 Dollar Gibson Guitar And My Family Expected Me To Forgive Him

Never again. Then I’ll come, I told him. Barbara cried, happy tears this time. My parents had finally chosen me. Not perfectly. Not quickly. But clearly, and completely.

One night at that rented lakehouse, Emma and I sat alone together on the dock, stars scattered across the still water beneath us. Do you ever regret it, she asked. Regret what, I said.continue reading …