
I have taken a lover…
Sep 7, 2018 · 4 min read
I have taken a lover, how divinely, deliciously adult. When does that kick in, adulthood? Is it the turning of age eighteen or twenty-one? Surely that defines merely a beginning of sorts for which you are terribly ill-prepared — as I recall anyway — nevertheless full of the bravado of youth, which thinks it’s sorted out right from wrong in broad, sweeping brush strokes of certainty. “They just don’t get it.” They, being our parents and their ilk, so…

