The Hospital Called—A Little Boy Listed Me as His Emergency Contact. I Laughed: “Impossible, I’m 32, Single, and Don’t Have a Son.”

I froze, every muscle in my body going rigid. The lady with two eyes. It was a phrase Megan and I had used as a silly, private joke back in college, after a late-night party where I had joked that unlike everyone else, I never wore rose-colored glasses—what I saw was what continue reading …