It all began at Aunt Mildred's annual potluck. We were all gathered there, pretending to be civil, when my sister-in-law, Brenda, went out of her way to make a comment about my shoes. That was it. The fragile truce shattered like a cheap vase at a retirement party. We went head-to-head in the most epic sister-in-law copyright this side of the Missi… Read More