On the last day of my thirties, I woke early. I got into respectable clothes instead of my horrible gardening gear, and covered my PCOS thinning hair with a hat. I practiced not stimming or talking to myself as I preened and tried to look respectable. Then Jimmy came over in his mechanic’s coveralls, to take Michael and me car shopping. He meant to drive the ill-fated Serendipity around to his place and park her behind the garage until we... Read more