I Came Home From Work and Found My Baby in a Condition I Will Never Forget – The Archivist

was everything my parents would have chosen. Chandeliers dripping crystal. White tablecloths starched to precision. Flower arrangements that probably cost more than my first month’s rent in Seattle. Two hundred guests in formal attire, clutching champagne flutes, making small talk about golf handicaps and investment portfolios.

I stood in the entrance continue reading …