It is my salvation during the week to escape to the movies, alone, with a canister of cheddar shake stashed in my purse.
When I’m extra proud of my day’s accomplishments, I first stop at my favorite hamburger joint and leave tucking a double-bagged burger with everything, plus jalapeños into my purse.
I place my popcorn, root beer, and Milk Duds order then find the most cozy seat in the dim theater where I stake out my domain.
When the previews begin, I’m sitting back with my drink to the left and popcorn to my right, savoring my juicy burger. My cell phone is off, its dark, and I’m just a woman watching a movie. Not a writer, mother, wife, or sister, just a woman with a shit eating grin.