My parents sent me away from home when I became a mother in the tenth grade. They asked to meet their “grandson” twenty years later, but what they discovered left them dumbfounded.
Portland, Oregon. November 2004. I was sixteen, a sophomore at St. Catherine’s Academy, and the youngest child of Richard and Diane Meyers. On paper, we were the perfect family. My father owned a successful real estate law practice downtown, Meyers and Associates, established in 1987. My mother had been president of the parent-teacher association for…
