My husband and I watch reruns of Friday Night Lights, a drama television series about a high school football team in rural West Texas. It is our “go-to” show when we cannot find anything else to watch, which means we watch it a minimum of five times a week. We have...
It happens a lot. People approach me in public places and ask, “Have we met?” My response is always the same. “No,” I say with a smile, “we have never met.” That is when the stranger standing before me dives into a long, drawn-out story about how I am the spitting...
My body shook as I waited for my boss to join the virtual call I requested earlier that morning. I turned on my computer’s camera in anticipation of our meeting and was shocked to see the haggard, sad woman staring back at me. “Lovely,” I said, tracing the purple bags...
