My Son Stopped Me at the Door and Said I Wasn’t Invited to My Granddaughter’s Wedding. The Silence Was Deafening.

of my own wedding dress in 1973—forty-five dollars from a department store, and I’d felt like a queen in it.

“The flowers,” Taylor said, “we want white roses and peonies everywhere with elegant greenery. The florist quoted fifteen thousand for ceremony arrangements, reception centerpieces, bouquets, boutonnieres, everything.” She tapped her screen. continue reading …