At Seventy-Two, She Decided to Wear the Wedding Dress She Always Dreamed Of—And Her Daughter Couldn’t Understand Why

nineteen, pregnant and nervous, I married in my mother’s borrowed gown. At forty-one, I tried again in a beige suit at a courthouse, choosing practicality over romance. Both marriages ended, but neither erased my desire for a beautiful beginning. This time, I found a white lace dress online for about $100. Looking in the mirror, I stopped cataloguing continue reading …