My Mother In Law Tried To Control My Salary Until My Husband Learned What I Earn

April, the kind that exists for about forty minutes before it shifts into the fuller white of proper daytime. The air through the cracked window smells of damp soil and the neighbor’s lilac and the faint iron smell of morning.

Quint sits beside me and we look at the garden with what I can only describe as shared satisfaction.

I drink my coffee at the continue reading …