At My Mom’s Birthday They Said I Didn’t Belong So I Stayed Quiet and By Morning Everything Had Changed

its familiar warm circle on the wall, and the quiet has settled over the building the way it does at this hour, a quiet that is not emptiness but peace, the sound of a life that belongs to no one but me. Ray stopped by this morning and leaned against the counter and argued with me about football scores while Margaret wrapped a gift order in the back continue reading …