At Christmas My Family Told Me To Stay Away But My Response Changed Everything

the deep red wash that swept from June’s left temple down across her cheek like a brushstroke laid against wet canvas, vivid and startling and, to anyone who loved her, as natural and particular as the shape of her mouth or the color of her hair.

My mother looked at it and said, “Your baby makes people uncomfortable.”

June was nine months old. She had continue reading …