My family disowned me when I married a black man t…

whole world until I was 18. My father, Kenneth, worked at the lumber yard on Route 7 for 31 years. Same shift, same boots, same quiet nod when he came through the door at 5:42 every evening.

My mother, Diane, ran the household and the church women’s committee with equal precision. She organized the Easter brunch. She coordinated the prayer chain.

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