My dad was not good at all things, but he had been born good at the things I most wanted to be good at, which were horses and music and art. It was uncanny, everyone said while I was growing up, how much I looked like my dad. And because I did not yet understand the … Continue reading Holding hands
Month: September 2018
Coffee/grounds/for divorce
It – that is to say, the Evidence - didn’t look suspicious or out of place when I first saw it. Because I thought that everything was fine, that we were fine, I saw only a take-out coffee in a paper cup sitting on my kitchen island. I didn’t see betrayal. I – naively, I realize now - just figured it had belonged to me.
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