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My daughter sent me to a boarded-up country church on the morning of her wedding, then told two hundred guests I had chosen not to come. I was sixty-nine, wearing the blue dress I had sewn for the occasion, with her grandmother’s pearl bracelet around my wrist. When I finally reached the real venue, my daughter looked straight at me and whispered, “Mom, please don’t ruin this.” That was when I stopped protecting her.
Part 1 The church stood at the end of a gravel road outside Lexington, Kentucky, with plywood over two windows and weeds growing through...
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