My sister smashed my glasses the morning of my thesis defense. ‘I guess you’ll have to fail,’ she laughed. Mom handed me a roll of tape. ‘Fix them yourself.’ Dad said: ‘They’ve already started without you.’ I didn’t argue. Ten minutes later, my thesis advisor was pounding on our front door and he wasn’t alone.
My sister broke my glasses at 8:07 on the morning I was supposed to defend five years of research. Then she smiled at the pieces in the kitchen sink and said, “I guess you’ll
