Most days, I wake up thinking that the past year was all a dream. I think about Carl in an absurd hat, sipping tea and laughing maniacally, and I feel immediately like Alice, shrinking smaller and smaller.
But everyday, I wake up in the same bed I grew up in, in the very same bedroom, and [read more ...]
My grandmother is sick. She is a strong woman, but some things are bigger than perseverance so she left her house, her car, her friends in Florida and moved into my parents’ home in Central New York.
We have never been very close. I never really made it a habit of calling her on the phone [read more ...]
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