“Your Kids Can Eat at Home,” My Dad Said—So When the Waiter Returned, I Stood Up

years younger than me, effortlessly prettier in that way some people just are, louder in every room she enters, and somehow always “in between things” while simultaneously living in apartments that look like they were styled for magazine photoshoots. She’s the kind of person who can forget to pay her car insurance for three months straight and still continue reading …