I Was Given A Rotting Cabin While My Sister Got The Mansion—Until I Opened The Floorboards

suits you.” I heard my father’s: “What’s the point of writing?”

I whispered into the void, “Value is only money, isn’t it? Then I have nothing.”

When I closed my eyes, my grandfather Elias came back to me. The walks we took along the Susitna River, the way he pointed at a drifting log and said, “What others throw away may be the thing that lasts the continue reading …