My Parents Told Us To Get Lost In The Snow Until My Phone Started Ringing

from the anticipation, both more and less than the imagining. I stood backstage in my regalia with sweating palms and a heart that was conducting itself at its own tempo, and I looked out at the front row where Rebecca was holding Mia’s hand, Mia in a yellow dress the color of the particular defiant brightness she had always been, and then I looked continue reading …