Methods (A Midlife Inventory)

I had no idea how much I'd come to love them.

Getting fired from my teenage job in a neighborhood cafe made complete sense, and I held no ill-will toward the owner after it was done. She hired me, at age 17, to work in her small but thrumming place, which was full of tourists and regulars streaming in all day. I was the sole cook, cleaner, waitress, and cashier, and if you think that’s fine and dan…