When My Key Wouldn’t Fit the Lock, I Knew Something Had Changed

appeared to be. A good friend. A hard time. Someone keeping me from falling apart.

That version never existed. I know that now with the same clarity I know figures in a balance sheet. It doesn’t make knowing it simpler, but it makes it clean, and clean is what I work with.

I read the fine print. I find what doesn’t match.

I should have started with myself.continue reading …