During my daughter’s baby shower, I walked in to find her on her hands and knees scrubbing spilled wine off the rug.

and casserole recipes.

I had been a prosecutor.

And I still knew how to build a case.

I stayed silent for a moment longer and let Patricia fill it.

“This is ridiculous,” she announced loudly. “Emily is hormonal, Margaret is dramatic, and our family has done nothing except welcome that girl.”

“That girl?” Emily repeated softly.

Patricia ignored her entirely.continue reading …