Glass Doors

In that moment, I stood in my living room, meeting the eyes of a man who intended to break into my home. A single sheet of glass separated us. For a freeze-framed fraction of a second, neither of us moved. The 911 operator would ask me detailed questions mere minutes later about his tools, if … Continue reading Glass Doors

Name Tags

Three years ago at this time, I was newly moved to Nashville, desperately poor, and in training for a brand new job at a restaurant. At my first shift, they explained to me that they had everyone create their own name tags to wear-- a small move towards personalization in the machine that is corporate … Continue reading Name Tags