She Sat Me by the Kitchen at My Son’s Wedding — So I Burned It All Down With One Phone Call

from my coworker. I had spent three hours that morning getting my hair done at the salon, sitting under the dryer while the stylist curled and pinned and sprayed until every strand sat perfectly. Three hours pretending this day would be as special for me as it was for them.

But no one had told me.

No one said, We’ve made other seating arrangements, Margaret.continue reading …