My Family Said I Could Not Afford Dad’s Birthday Dinner Until The Truth Came Out – The Archivist

as though I existed. Jealousy was a story she could tell about me that required no further examination.

Behind my own reflection in the window, barely visible, I could almost see it: the wraparound porch, the white railing, the old rocking chair that had been there since before I was born, and beyond all of it the Atlantic, gray-green and infinite.continue reading …