My Son Cut Me From The Wedding Guest List Then Sent Me The Bill

is the plainest way to say it. A limestone castle built in 1912, overlooking the Rideau Canal in downtown Ottawa. I had driven past it a thousand times. I had watched tourists photograph its green copper roof. I had seen wedding parties on the steps, brides lifting their dresses away from the curb, grooms laughing too loudly. Not once had I imagined continue reading …