Why I’ll never call it your dead name

We were sitting at hibachi last week, a late celebration of Zoe's birthday, and when the server asked her her name (for the obligatory and annual corny song by the staff ), she visibly bristled. We should have known this would happen as this birthday year, dinner included her good (hmmm....) friend (you know, friend...), … Continue reading Why I’ll never call it your dead name