Not The Mama
My friend’s voice, laced with exasperation, came huffing through my iPhone. He was going through a lot and as a result had taken to disappearing for days at a time. This was a few months ago, and I’d been lovingly needling him about it for the past twenty minutes.
“Listen”, he continued. “If I don’t check in with my mama, I’m not gonna check in with you.”. . .