My Stepdaughter Had Not Spoken to Me for Five Years Until a Heavy Package Arrived at My Door

car, towed it home on a flatbed, and parked it in the garage where it sat for the next four years in various states of disassembly and reassembly, a permanent project, the kind of project that is partly about the object and mostly about the time spent on it together.

The engine was the heart of it. We pulled it out of the car in the second year, Grace continue reading …