Family dinner at my brother Mark’s house was always a minefield disguised with expensive china and linen napkins.
I stopped expecting much from my father the day he walked out when I was ten. But when he offered to
At my father’s funeral, I expect to say goodbye. Instead, a mysterious woman in a wedding dress steps
When the invitation arrived, I left it on the kitchen counter for days. Laya, now sixteen and wiser than
When my younger brother announced that he was getting married, I felt the same swell of joy any older
The yacht, the Legacy, was a magnificent white beast, cutting gracefully through the turquoise Caribbean waters.
The weekend morning air in our home was thick with the sweet aroma of pancakes. At the dining table
I zipped up my black evening gown, the silk cool against my skin. On the dresser, a vintage Omega watch
The operating room was colder than I had ever imagined. I lay on the narrow table, the bright surgical