My Uncle Borrowed Money And Disappeared Repeatedly Until He Needed My Help And I Gave One Final Answer

call. Therapy, mostly. The kind where a patient professional asks you to look at patterns you’ve been too close to see. My therapist was a woman named Dr. Okonkwo, direct and perceptive, who had a gift for handing you the correct word for something you’d been feeling in the dark.

“What you’re describing,” she said, during one of our sessions, “isn’t continue reading …