When I was a child, I would always love it when disaster happened. It meant that I could run into a room and say, “The cat has died.” Or “The gerbils have drowned.” I have a mawkish, voyeuristic relationship with mishap, life’s brutal ability to upend destiny and disrupt the future you have marked out in your head. I like the look on people’s faces when they stop and listen.
This is Not A Pity Memoir