I’m not an avid shopper, so it caught me off guard this afternoon when I found myself spontaneously pulling into the TJ Maxx parking lot. I was in a need of a few new work shirt (for this brutal eastern NC humidity), and before I knew it I was in the fitting room with a
I squirmed in my seat. Knowing that the order of participating voices was rounding the table in my direction, I looked for an escape route. The paper on the table in front of me stared up with the same unflinchingness I showed it in return. I knew I would be asked to share its contents