Last Saturday, I stood at the American Airlines counter at St. Louis Lambert International Airport.
It was 3:45AM. I was surrounded by eight stuffed bags, two cats, and two people I love. And I was about to cry.
I don’t know what set it off. Maybe it was the fact that I had barely slept last night, my stomach a knotted macrame project gone wrong. Maybe it…
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