My Parents Called Me At 2 A.M. On Christmas Eve Screaming For $20,000 …

the world is supposed to be silent?

That heavy, muffled silence of a snowy night.

That was my apartment in Denver on Christmas Eve. It was just me, a half-eaten container of lukewarm Thai takeout, and a small pre-lit plastic tree I’d bought at a drugstore three years ago. I hadn’t even bothered to spread the branches out properly, so it looked kind of continue reading …