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Jun 27, 2025
My sister-friend and I sit close in the middle of the morning, me, with my hair still wet and my face scrubbed clean, bare feet tucked up, she, perched on the corner of a cushion of the couch, but we might as well be—I’ve said this to her before, receiving her easy laugh—floating on our […]
2Nov 15, 2013
We spend an afternoon at the table passing sheets of sticky letters, photographs, pens. Before I turn my attention to helping Riley through homework, before cooking, before folding the towels, Zoe and I sit together tasting gratitude like honey on our tongues. I press down a bit of light-catching foam and wonder why it feels […]