“We go way back, don’t we, Page?” my grandmother says. We’ve just walked out of my grandfather’s funeral. We’re standing outside the church waiting for
“You got your creativity from me,” my mother says. “Your father was good at many things, but he didn’t have a creative bone in his
It hit me a few weeks ago when I was looking at the prayer cards from my father’s funeral. When my father died, he stopped
“So when are you going to have kids?” “You should really get started on that.” I can’t tell you how many times I heard that
Someone close to you has died. No, they are not alive somewhere else. No, they are not coming back. No, it doesn’t make any fucking
Ever since my father passed away in April, I’ve been talking to my mother a lot more. We haven’t had the best relationship, my mother
I woke up cheerful this morning. Normally, this wouldn’t be big news. In general, I have a very positive disposition. I do get grumpy. I
“If you want people to like you,” my mother said. “Be quiet and smile.” “People love a mystery,” she advised. “And when they don’t know
I’m sitting in a pew, attending mass at the church I attended growing up. It’s been 7 years since I went to a service here,
I look at my phone. Sigh involuntarily. Because it’s one of those series of texts. I miss you, she says. Everyone else bores me. She proceeds
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