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

it landed in the tender, overworked part of me that still wanted to believe there were decent surprises left in the world. Oliver was an elementary school art teacher. Or at least that was one of the first things he told me, and it checked out. He knew how to talk to children without sounding fake. He asked questions and then listened to the answers.continue reading …