It’s All Debbie Johnson’s Fault

We were both in Mr. Cohen’s 5th grade class, and had been best friends since third grade. I loved sleeping over at her house. Mrs. Johnson was the only single mother in our neighborhood, and though she worked all week, on the weekends she made us feel like the most important people she knew. She left … Read more

Why Working on the Deck Affirms My Conviction (and other summer rationalizations)

Three years ago this week, I was laid off. It was a surprise. I took the news with a considerable dissociative air. It was unexpected and I was not in agreement with the reasons why my position was being downsized but that was ultimately irrelevant. I did not have a job, effective immediately. The work, … Read more