I Thought the White String in My Egg Was Something Dangerous—The Truth Completely Surprised Me

us every morning.”

I sat in that car in the driveway of a quiet house and read it four times.

Here is what I know about 18 years of ordinary days: they don’t feel like enough while you’re in them.

The Tuesday fevers and the badly braided hair and the school concerts and the two-in-the-morning kitchen floors feel like something you’re just getting through,continue reading …