The card has been sitting on the kitchen table for three days. You bought it the week before her birthday. You have picked it up four times. You still do not know what to write inside. Not because you do not feel it. Because you feel too much of it and none of it fits … Read more
“You know I’m proud of you, right?” My brother said that to me once. We were standing in the driveway after a family dinner, both of us about to get into our separate cars and drive back to our separate lives. He said it quickly, almost as an afterthought. Like he had been carrying it … Read more
“Do you remember the yellow dress?” My sister asked me that on the phone last year. Out of nowhere. We had been talking about something completely unrelated and then suddenly — the yellow dress. I did not remember the yellow dress. She described it for two minutes. A dress our mother had bought. A birthday. … Read more