My son, my destiny. I have an important story to tell you. It is about your birth.

I went to the bazaar. I walked with the crowd, looking at rugs and blankets, scarves and dresses. The colors stung the eye. I had a feeling someone was behind me, trying to get to me. Well, I was right.

TWO LIES IN THE TELLING BY JODI TEITEL 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 26

We met in New York City in a hip new lounge. I was there accidentally, using the bat…