My Mother Called Me “Damaged Goods” at My Sister’s Baby Shower—Then My Five Children Walked Through the Door

who would completely rewrite my understanding of love.

The first time I met him was at a charity auction.

He was standing in front of an abstract sculpture made from surgical steel.

Looking offended.

“You hate it,” I told him.

He turned.

Smiled.

And the entire room disappeared.

“I’m trying not to,” he admitted.

“The charity matters.”

“That doesn’t make the sculpture continue reading …