Dignity Isn’t a Countdown: When “Safety” Starts Feeling Like Control

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“I’m not alone,” I said.

She sighed the sigh of someone who has already rehearsed her argument in the car. “Mom, you live by yourself. That’s alone.”

I could’ve yelled. I could’ve cried.

Instead, I leaned back in my chair and did something that always makes people uncomfortable: I told the truth without apologizing for it.

“I live by myself,” I said. continue reading …