Tag Archives: death

Paternity

She had written the letter on pretty pink stationary and folded it into perfectly creased thirds. Each penstroke was precise, her handwriting as uniform as a font. It was so type-A, so her, that he felt fond even while he wanted to throw it away and pretend he’d never read it. All the same, he waited a day […]

An Atypical Year

In the bumper at the start of the week, the amorphous management asked of us writers, “Do they love this time of year or hate it? Are the holidays a time of coming together or pulling apart?” And my heart broke, because this year, it’s all of that. I usually love holidays. I love visiting […]