At my dad’s retirement dinner, he raised his glass…

elegant. Andrew stood beside my father like a crown prince. Catherine, poised in a designer gown, accepted compliments with practiced humility.

No one approached our table.

I watched one judge, older, with kind eyes, make his way over.

“Libby, I haven’t seen you since you were little. How are you?”

We chatted briefly. He asked about my work. Actually listened.continue reading …