cnu-At my fortieth birthday party, my sister swung a baseball bat into…

“Aunt Vanessa doesn’t get to take that too.”

So we stayed.

And little by little, the yard stopped being only the place where Emma fell.

It became the place where she laughed again.

Part 10
The silence from my family became its own season.

No Christmas card from my parents that year. No Easter invitation. No birthday call from my mother. Aunt Lillian stopped continue reading …