They Laughed At Me For Parking Cars—Then My Driver Arrived

strategic operations.

But maybe—if Garrett kept doing the work, if my mother learned to ask instead of assume, if they could love me as I actually was instead of who they wished I’d be—maybe we could be real.

And real, I’d learned, mattered more than perfect.

Because out here on the endless ocean, where competence was the only currency that mattered, continue reading …