My Mom Skipped My Housewarming for My Sister’s Move and a Week Later My Phone Wouldn’t Stop Ringing After a TV Episode Aired

You belong here. I write them by hand each time, slowly, so the pen doesn’t shake. And every time I do, I think of that girl in the garage and the particular expression on her face when she drove that last nail in and stepped back and the thing held. Not pretty. Not perfect. But standing on its own. Built by her, for no one’s approval, in the only continue reading …