to my mom on mother’s day. the story of when I lost my job, my boyfriend and my apartment
Propped up on the railing of the deck with the rest of her reclined in a lounge chair, my mom’s feet and mine were the only thing between us and the never-ending ocean. We’d been that way for hours—just watching. “I’m going to sit here until I see a whale,” she said, and sipped her…
