Dispatches from the Introverted Mind: Please Stop Talking
Too many sentences aloud make me want to set myself on fire.
Irma, my mother’s caregiver, asked me to buy a handheld blender. I said I would. Then Irma told me she needed the blender to make my mother homemade cookies, and that I should stop buying my mother store-bought cookies. I said I would stop buying them. Then Irma told…