I’m pregnant.Gripping the test in my hand, I can’t stop staring at the blue cross in the window.Tears roll, hot and slow, down my cheeks. I huddle in a low ball, emotion bowing me. My dog, Blue, whines and presses against my side, his warm tongue laving my cheek, his musky scent enveloping me. A familiar comfort.Will my child love…
The first time I realized how weird it was for a guy to tell me to smile, I was working behind an incredibly busy bar. We had patrons pressed up against the wood, all wanting drinks. There was a male bartender working with me. Neither of us were smiling because we were concentrating on getting drinks out, making change, grabbing…
