My Mom Skipped My Housewarming for My Sister’s Move and a Week Later My Phone Wouldn’t Stop Ringing After a TV Episode Aired

looked like something had taken a bite out of it. But when I drove the last nail in and stepped back, it was standing. It did not wobble. It did not collapse. It was crooked and imperfect and mine, entirely mine, because I had decided it should exist. That was the first thing in my life I could say that about.

That table became my homework desk in high continue reading …