My Mom Sent 76 Invites—Guess Who She “Forgot”?
Part 1 of 2 The email wasn’t even addressed to me. It arrived like a digital slap—a sloppy forward from my aunt Naen with precisely one line above a glossy photo of my brother Taylor and his fiancée, Solé: “Wedding details enclosed. RSVP by Friday.” No “Hey Jazz,” no “Can’t wait to see you,” not … Read more