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

angry, she’d say. I was struggling. I wasn’t restless, I was adjusting. I wasn’t proud, I was defensive. I wasn’t dangerous, not really, I was just wounded in ways she believed only she understood. There are women who heal men. There are women who destroy them. The most dangerous ones convince themselves they are doing both at once. I turned and walked continue reading …