questions that were really accusations.
How long would this go on?
Had I thought any of this through when I decided to have three children I couldn’t afford?
Was writing ever going to become a real job?
Did I expect everyone else to keep rescuing me forever?
I stood in the parking garage stairwell and felt myself getting smaller.
I said, “Mom, she has leukemia.”
I said, “I’m not asking for money. I’m asking for someone to be in the house while my baby’s sleep.”
Diane took a breath I
