After The Divorce I Flew Away With My Children Until The Ultrasound Changed Everything

When the nib of my pen finally met the paper, the clock on the mediator’s wall clicked to exactly 10:03 a.m. I noticed it because I had been watching the second hand for the better part of twenty minutes, waiting for the moment when something enormous would finally, officially, be over. The mediator’s office was a room designed to convey neutrality:continue reading …