It was a favorite line of his. More than him saying it, I was frustrated by the expectation that a nine-year-old should know how to thaw and cook red meat. I was forever failing at things I was never taught to do.
RECENTLY PUBLISHED
Every six months or so
There are more emails from a series of strangers. They have questions. They’re confused by my branch on their family tree.
To Have (Stuff) and to Hold
Who were we as an adult couple, not just two college kids sleeping on each other’s hand-me-down mattresses?
My Hair Is an Archive of My Grief
But it’s ridiculous to keep holding on to the past, holding on to hair that no longer wants to be kept.
The Perils of Girlhood
I’ve read numerous articles about the murders, searching for some shred of evidence, some hidden rationale for this crime, but the more I read, the faster the details fade, like water smearing ink on a handwritten letter.
