AT THE CRACK OF DARK THIRTY
At 2:41 a.m. yesterday morning, I received an email from a first cousin who I have called “Little M” for, let’s just say a long time. Because of age and not accomplishments, nor academic achievements, not because of writing acumen, or any other factor, just age mind you, she refers to me as “Big M.” If it were any of the few factors I just named, our nicknames probably would be...