My son stopped me at the entrance of my granddaughter’s wedding and said, “Your name isn’t on the list, Mom,” in front of two hundred guests—so I smiled like a quiet old widow… and reached into my clutch for the one folder that could freeze this entire $127,000 day in its tracks.
In my seventy-two years, I’d learned that we need to talk rarely preceded good news. “Of course, sweetheart,” I said,…