I Brought Four Children To The Christmas Dinner He Set As A Trap

by August you wanted to cut the elastic out of every sock you owned.

And I was scared in ugly, practical ways.

The doctor put me on modified bed rest at twenty-four weeks. My old job in commercial real estate let me go “with regret,” which is corporate talk for good luck paying rent. I sold my wedding ring to cover a specialist bill. Not because I needed continue reading …