My Mother Said I Only Care About Myself Until I Canceled Everything I Was Paying

tasks in my head, noticed I was doing it, and kept doing it anyway. At home I made real soup, broth from scratch, the kind that takes an hour. The apartment filled with something that smelled like deliberate effort, like a person choosing to feed herself on purpose.

On the ninth day, I drove to Kroger and didn’t go in.

I pulled into the lot at 6:45, continue reading …