My Family Laughed At Me On My Birthday Without Knowing The House Was In My Name

was a mistake. The flatness of my response opened more space for them, not less. John let his laughter out fully, the loud barking sound he made when he felt particularly comfortable, and told me I needed to learn to laugh at myself. Megan offered that it was a term of endearment, really, that they loved how hard I always tried. My mother patted my continue reading …