Right Angles


New Year’s Eve, 1993. I was sitting up late.  Alone. In pain. Not physical pain, but the emotional pain that erupts when your life changes without your consent. I held my cross necklace in front of me. It had been a Christmas gift, and I couldn’t have picked a prettier piece of jewelry if I’d chosen it myself. As I languished over the prospect of the next chapter of my life,  I… Read More