The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

smiled—one of those warm, easy smiles that makes you feel like you’ve known someone longer than thirty seconds—and said, “You take it. I can survive on a muffin.”

I’d laughed and suggested we split it. We ended up sitting together for two hours, talking about everything and nothing: our jobs (I was a project manager for a tech company, he worked in continue reading …