125. Dear Kiddo, Take My Hand Into Darkness

It wasn’t long after your mom flashed her patented shit-eating grin—the one she wears when talking about her perfect little winter romance with Brent (yes, that Brent, professor of Gettier Problems and zero self-awareness)—that she vanished again. Off to who-knows-where. Probably to “center herself” or test the elasticity of her DMs.