At Dinner My Father Asked About A Monthly Allowance I Never Received And The Truth Fell Silent Across The Room

eight hours a night, which sounds like a small thing and turned out to be enormous. I bought groceries that came in forms other than styrofoam cups.

I found a therapist who specialized in familial financial abuse, a phrase I had not known existed, which is its own kind of information about how rarely we name this thing when it happens. On Tuesday evenings continue reading …