I Went To Cancel An Old Bank Card After A Funeral—The Teller Asked Me Not To Leave

the universe has other plans.

Sometimes the thing you’ve been running from is the only thing that can set you free.

Chicago in January doesn’t forgive. The wind comes off Lake Michigan like it’s got a personal vendetta against anything warm-blooded, cutting through layers of wool and denim like they’re made of tissue paper. I’d tucked my chin deep into continue reading …