“You were ashes.” As I stood in the doorway of my sister Everette’s bedroom just past midnight, tears were warm and sticky…
“Sit still.” I braced myself for the familiar sting of the plastic comb against some vulnerably-exposed area of my head, neck or…
I. Rose stood in her tiny, cluttered living room, trying to remember why she was there. “Go brush your teeth and find…
My nails kept time on the arm of the chaise to the ticking of the wall clock. I looked at her blankly,…