At Christmas, My Sister Got a $60K BMW and I Got a $2 Piggy Bank Then Dad Threatened to Report My Car Stolen

now.”

The Toyota that carried me through seven hours of mountain passes yesterday. The Toyota I paid off myself three years ago. The Toyota that is, at this moment, more reliable than any relationship in this room.

I can’t breathe.

Thirty-four years of moments exactly like this one crystallize in my mind with terrible clarity. This isn’t an anomaly. It’s continue reading …