From termination to a new perspective: How a chance meeting during a holiday helped resolve a conflict with a former employer

would live in family lore for generations. That was what they expected. That was what the script demanded. Eleanor would comfort a “distraught” Sean, and the divorce narrative would write itself.

Instead, I straightened my shoulders. I lifted my chin. I channeled every ounce of dignity I had left and delivered the line that would begin my reclamation continue reading …