I Walked Into A Jewelry Shop To Sell My Mother’s Necklace Until The Jeweler Turned Pale

on behalf of aesthetics.

I wear it now on most days. On the hard ones and the good ones both.

There is a version of this story that I have told in my head in which I am angrier, in which the focus stays on what was taken from me, the years of not knowing, the poverty that might have been prevented, the father I never had the chance to know, the grandmother continue reading …