A Year of Being Small

“So, when are you going to start driving your car?” Some old fart of a man at the Subaru dealership chortled at me a couple months ago, after checking my mileage. I gave him a courtesy laugh, muffled behind my mask. It wasn’t worth explaining that shortly after leasing the car, I gave birth, was housebound with a newborn, and then told to stay home as much as possible because of a pandemic. Sir, I’d love to start driving my car. It would be my…