They Forgot to Invite Me to Christmas—So I Bought a Mountain. When They Came to Take It, the Deputy Was Already Waiting.

everything orbited. I was a distant moon, cold and largely forgotten, notable only when my reflected light served someone else’s purpose.

The only person who seemed to see me clearly was my grandmother, Nana Ruth, my mother’s mother who lived forty minutes away and refused to pretend our family dynamics were anything other than what they were.

The walls continue reading …