One Tiny Knot Lets Go

Exactly eight years ago, I found myself in line at the co-op with no wallet. I’d been out on other errands, so, not a good feeling.

I quietly panicked, fishing through my bag even though I could clearly see it was devoid of my wallet. My twenty-seven dollars worth of sundries were already rung up (so, yes, I was that person), and I thought to just leave…