My Mother Texted That I Was Locked Out, but By Morning I Had Made a Few Calls

that carries my name on the door.

“Yes,” I say. “I’d do it again. Probably sooner.”

Because in the end, the legal filings and the canceled orders and the demand letter delivered by courier were not really about revenge, though there was a moment when that fire burned bright enough to push me into motion. Revenge alone would have eaten me alive. It is continue reading …