The Birthday Party Where My Mother’s Perfect Image Cracked

look at these things.”

That was the soundtrack of my adolescence.

You could be more. You should be more. Why aren’t you more?

So maybe it makes sense that when a charming man in his late twenties looked at me like I was the most interesting thing in the room, I dove in headfirst.

I met Derek at a charity gala. I was twenty-one, serving appetizers while continue reading …