More on the Stories We Tell Ourselves

I’m 15 years old and it’s Friday night. My parents have just told me they have a great idea: Instead of the family trip to Boston we had planned, a big city 2.5 hours away with museums, subways, restaurants, amazing record and book stores and all other manner of excitement, they’ve come up with a new plan: Let’s drive 20 minutes away to a hotel. We’ll rent a room. You and your brother (then 5) can have fun playing in the pool and then we’ll invite your uncle and aunt over to have a party. ¬†This is, needless to say, … Continue reading More on the Stories We Tell Ourselves