You Fall In, I Lean In.

I watched with mixed alarm/rage as he took my lap tray, my footstool, and assembled a crude end table beside my bed. Delivering my calmest, what the fuck are you doing?, he replied matter-of-fact-ly, "I go to bed with a glass of water." I watch as he places a glass full of water and his … Continue reading You Fall In, I Lean In.