At my own dinner table, my daughter-in-law introduced me as ‘the maid,’ and my son laughed like it was the funniest thing he’d heard all week. So the next morning, I put the house keys on the counter, smiled, and said, ‘Good luck.’ They thought it was her queen moment… but they didn’t understand what I was taking with me, or what that ‘good luck’ really meant.
Hello, everyone. Tonight we’re starting with a dinner party—but not the kind where people clink glasses and make toasts that…