I don’t believe in signs. Never have. If the universe is trying to tell me something, it’s going to have to use words, because I’m not picking up on subtle hints. So when I walked into my office on a Monday morning and found out that my department was being “restructured,” I didn’t take it as a cosmic warning. I took it as a pink slip wrapped…

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My father is a proud man. The kind of proud that refuses to use a walking stick even after his knee surgery. The kind of proud that spent three hours shoveling his own driveway after a blizzard because he “didn’t need anyone’s help.” I love him for it. But that pride has a cost.

Last year, it almost cost him his car.

He’d fallen behind on…

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