NY-For twenty-five years, my stepfather broke his …

His palms were rough enough that when he first tried to hold my hand, I pulled away because they scratched my skin. I did not want him in our house. I did not want him sitting at the table where my father should have been, though my father had not earned that chair. Children are loyal to absences in ways that make no sense to adults.

At first, I resented continue reading …