My Dad Kicked Me Out at 28 and Ten Days Later My Phone Would Not Stop Ringing

box of childhood photographs tipped onto its face in the dirt. One of my old textbooks lying in the driveway with its spine wrenched backward, pages spread against the concrete like it had fallen from height. My high school debate trophy, something I had not touched in years but had kept because certain things you keep without knowing why, on its side continue reading …