I Woke Up From Surgery Alone And Learned My Children Had Been Left On A Porch

too polite to actually say aloud. I made her tea. We sat in my kitchen for an hour. Her notepad is still tucked into a kitchen drawer somewhere. I haven’t needed it since.

My mother has texted me twice since then. Both messages had the careful, deliberate construction of something written with an awareness of its own potential future significance, measured continue reading …