by Diane Sparks
It was easily the strangest wedding reception I’d ever attended. My family sat at a table full of retired ministers. Over there was my high school English teacher, and over there my principal. I had to keep reminding myself that I'm 30 now. The toast her father gave was mostly about his own marriage, and she invariably looked like she was going to throw up. I suddenly understood why they got married on another continent.
6S
Diane Sparks is a born-again writer living in Chicago, with an M.A. in English and a day job in HR.