The Day My Daughter Told the Doctor to Let Me Go While I Lay There Unable to Speak

that the ordinary world still exists: phone, reading glasses, the small notebook I carry everywhere, lip balm, the laminated school photo of a former student I’ve carried in my wallet for eleven years because the child had the most incandescent gap-toothed smile I have ever seen.

Behind my insurance card, tucked into a sleeve I had not opened in years,continue reading …