1 days before my wedding, dad called: “i’m not wal…

spines. There was a faint white scar across my left thumb from a slip of a bookbinding knife three years ago. There were permanent traces of archival glue trapped in the creases of my knuckles.

These hands had built a business from concrete walls. They had paid for the dress I was currently holding. They had secured the venue, signed the contracts, continue reading …