The Discomfort of Other People

"Oh, excuse me, you're with them?" a 60-something year old, salt-and-pepper haired woman said to me as I approached my wife, in-laws, and twin daughters in the hotel lobby. "Yes, these are my daughters," I replied, my tone a bit more aggressive than I'd intended. Her husband turned around from fawning over our babies to… Continue reading The Discomfort of Other People