My Father Said I Was An Accident At A Family Barbecue Until I Responded

My father said it standing up, six beers in, in front of thirty-one people, on the lawn my mother had planted every hydrangea bush in by hand.

“You know you were an accident, right? I wanted a son.”

Aunt Carol’s paper plate hit the grass. Potato salad, deviled egg, a scoop of coleslaw, all of it face down in the clover my mother had never gotten around continue reading …