Jennifer

I’ve got two kids who aren’t mine, a stepson I adore but can’t believe I’m related to, and a husband who’s been asleep for a decade emotionally if not physically. I grow tomatoes, forget to water half of them, and do yoga poses while checking my phone for exes who’ll never text back. Some nights I cry over candlelit spreadsheets, other nights I write fanfic about librarians who kiss strangers in thunderstorms. Don’t ask what I want. Ask what I’d risk. You’ll get a shorter list.