My Father Said I Was An Accident At A Family Barbecue Until I Responded

which made the living room look larger and brighter than it had ever looked.

I donated its spot to a reading chair I found at an estate sale, the same circuit my mother used to love.

The first thing I hung back up was the wedding photograph, found in a box in the garage labeled Donate in Rex’s handwriting. The photo, my mother’s winter coat, some books continue reading …