In The Hospital, My Parents Called My Daughter’s Surgery “Nothing Serious”

with Love, Mom, as if love were a stamp you could apply to anything to make it valid. As if signing the word was the same as doing the work. As if a mother who’d told her granddaughter she should have died could write love at the bottom of a page and have it mean something, the way she’d always believed that saying the right words was the same as being continue reading …