Dad hu.mi.liated me in front of 30 people: “You weren’t important enough to be invited to your sister’s wedding.” – Welcome

“Yes.”

For the first time in months, I meant it enough to remain seated.

My name is Shannon Mercer.

At twenty-nine, I worked as a senior operations analyst for a healthcare technology company in Tucson. It wasn’t glamorous, but I liked it.

I managed implementation schedules, vendors, budgets, deadlines, and the endless small details that kept complicated continue reading …