My parents forced me to cook and clean all weekend for my sister’s party with 50 guests.

former lover. He was my boss.

More specifically, he was the regional director of Hartwell Freight Systems, the company my mother had spent two years name-dropping whenever she wanted to impress her church friends.

“My husband knows people in logistics,” she would say. “Our Emily does a little computer work for one of those companies.”

A little computer continue reading …