My parents told everyone I was a waitress, for nin…

it feel?

I thought about it. Really thought about it. Like I finally took off an apron I did not want to wear.

She raised her glass. Merry Christmas, boss. Merry Christmas.

January came quiet the way January always does. Cold, sober, stripped of decorations. My mother texted on January 14th.

Can we come for dinner? Not can we talk? Not can we explain, continue reading …