What If the Answer Is…
Nothing?
I woke up feeling off.
Not just a little tired, not just in a lull—disillusioned. Sad. Out of sorts with myself.
Maybe it’s the long talk with my daughter, the way it skimmed around but never fully landed on the tension I have with her sister. A relationship fraught with landmines.
Maybe it’s because I live in a city where I have no famil…
