My Parents Told Me To Pay My Sister’s Debt Or I Was No Longer Their Child

morning now, January again. The light through the kitchen window in January is pale and honest, the kind that doesn’t flatter anything but shows everything exactly as it is.

I am at my kitchen table with coffee. Nowhere to be for the next three hours. No one whose mood I am tracking, no one whose feelings constitute a weather system I need to prepare continue reading …