At My Father’s Ceremony They Said I Could Not Do Anything Right Until I Walked In And Smiled

It should.

Some things deserve a specific home and the commitment of a piece of furniture built to preserve them. My mother had understood that. She had assembled warmth from remnants on purpose, knowing that the assembled thing would outlast its maker and go on being warm in rooms she could not see.

The city arrived around me in its full weekday weight:continue reading …