It’s none of her damn business, but it’s nice she’s acting like a mother. Annoying but normal-annoying. Better than her crying alone on the couch, like a decaying potato, oozing in the darkness.… more
It’s none of her damn business, but it’s nice she’s acting like a mother. Annoying but normal-annoying. Better than her crying alone on the couch, like a decaying potato, oozing in the darkness.… more
When I was learning the multiplication tables one day, Ms. Brower came in to tell me they were sending my mother upstate. I thought that meant into the air, someplace in the clouds. As if what must happen to those in such mental trouble cannot be rendered here on the ground. Their state must be taken up.… more
“He called her Lucy, after my Ma, on account of her eyes being big, round, and dying… more