Home Again
April 30, 2016 I remember the first time I opened our mailbox and saw our last names listed side by side as the current renters of the apartment. Something fluttered in my chest, some combination of happiness and anticipation. It was a little like what I had been feeling the day I graduated from college. Seeing our names together in writing like that made it so real. I had lived with men before, but it was never like this. In the past, one of us had moved in with the other, the one with the apartment or house carving...