A Year With the Sorceress

A rekindled affair

Artwork by the author

I thought I was living with myself just fine, that is until I started dating myself. Then I discovered an impetuous, touchy clingy appendage who, unlike everyone else I could shake off during shut down was totally inseparable.

Let me back up. I, just like every other typical New Yorker, was deep in my grind. I had just added a new license to my professional…