My Mother Locked the Gate on Me

put salt in coffee.

I ended the call before I answered.

St. Adrian’s Had Fluorescent Lights and Bad Coffee

I drove in civilian clothes because my uniform was still hanging in the closet and I refused to put it back on for them.

Jeans. Black jacket. Hair shoved into a bun with two pins because the third one vanished somewhere near Qatar and I had been too continue reading …