At My Wedding My Mother Said Uniforms Were Not for Me Until Hundreds of Service Members Rose to Their Feet

into something I was performing. I just looked at them, all of them, every face I recognized and the ones I didn’t, and felt something break open inside me in a place that had been sealed for a very long time.

It was not triumph. I want to be precise about that because I have thought about it many times since and I think precision matters. It was not continue reading …