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

Three sheets of cream stationery, back into the envelope, back into my chest pocket against my heart. Then I stood quietly and looked at my father.

Rex sat in his lawn chair with his sixth beer dripping onto the grass. Donna was standing at the side gate with her keys in her hand.

“Rex,” she said, and her voice had lost every trace of its professional continue reading …