“My dad owns every law firm in this province,” the lawyer’s daughter laughed after ramming her brand-new Tesla into my old Subaru

Felt the bite of it. The clean honesty of something sharp. It grounded me. Then I stood. Slowly. I’m six-foot-three. About two hundred and thirty pounds when I’ve been eating right, a little less when stress starts chewing holes through my appetite. Office chairs hadn’t softened me. I still carried every hard year in my shoulders, every fight in my continue reading …