
At my sister’s rehearsal dinner, the American flag on Senator Whitmore’s lapel caught the light every time he lifted his…

The red wine hit my white Oxford shirt at exactly 7:34 p.m., right as Frank Sinatra floated out of the…

The pen in my father’s hand looked heavier than the crystal chandelier above him. In the Emerald Ballroom at the…

At my father’s funeral, my stepmother stood under a drooping garland of white lilies with a sheet of paper trembling…

When my grandfather lifted his glass at my twenty-eighth birthday dinner and dropped that sentence, even the tiny American flag…

At Christmas dinner, my grandpa slid three white envelopes across the table and said, “A little Christmas gift for each…

The night my brother’s wedding photos hit my phone, the ice in my glass of sweet tea had already melted…

The banner with Tyler’s high school colors sagged a little between the maple tree and the deck post, right under…

My mother-in-law handed me divorce papers at my son’s funeral. It was a cold October afternoon in South Pasadena, the…

My father-in-law slapped me at dinner. The sound cracked through Marcello’s like someone had dropped a tray of dishes onto…

The American flag magnet on my fridge was crooked. It hung over a takeout menu and a hospital discharge form,…

By the time my sister stood up at Thanksgiving and tapped her spoon against her wineglass, the house already smelled…

The first thing I remember about that night is the tiny American flag tucked into a brass frame over the…

The night I found out my dad was throwing a big 60th birthday party without me, my cousin’s Instagram story…

At my wedding reception, I watched my brand-new mother-in-law slip something into my glass while a tiny plastic American flag…

On the Fourth of July weekend, my aunt’s backyard looked like a postcard version of America. There was a…

The slap sounded louder than it should have, a sharp crack that cut through the steady hum of LAX Terminal…

My mom refused to pick up my sick daughter from school on a Tuesday in late February while Sinatra hummed…

The night the audit report came in, my kitchen was lit only by the glow of my laptop and the…

While I was overseas for work, my mom signed over my condo to my sister to “help with her divorce.”…