“Stay Home — It’ll Be Easier.” My Parents Celebrated My Twin’s 25th Birthday And Left Me Out

into dusk. Ordinary life, carrying on. The world not particularly concerned with what had happened in one kitchen on one birthday—which is either the most terrible thing about the world or, if you hold it right, a strange kind of comfort. The world carries on. You carry on with it.

I thought about what my grandmother had said: Love is a verb. You have continue reading …