Midway Through My Vasectomy, the Surgeon Said One Sentence That Told Me Something Was Very Wrong. – The Archivist

himself and his mother the choicest pieces of turkey while my place setting remained untouched. I pulled out my chair again, the legs scraping against hardwood with deliberate loudness.

“Finally,” Agnes muttered through a mouthful of my homemade stuffing. “Though that lipstick is far too garish. You look like a streetwalker.”

I ignored her and reached continue reading …