CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

Nina became Aunt Nina by sheer force of showing up with soup, balloons, and emergency babysitting.

There was no Ivy.

No Taryn.

No relatives measuring minutes of attention.

Just people clapping when Laya blew out her candles because children deserve applause for being alive.

One afternoon, almost a year after Target, Laya asked if she could sing after dinner.continue reading …