“You don’t need the light to go down the stairs,” I mumble as I flip the switch off. I do this at least once a day and the stairwell isn’t even dark; there’s a window at the bottom, and light … Continue reading
I pulled the ancient sewing machine from its box and stared at it. We hadn’t spoken in years; I wondered if I still knew its language. There’s the cord, there’s the On switch, there’s the light and the pedal. Okay. … Continue reading
Reagan brings me her journal so I can check the sentence she just wrote, and some days this is how it goes: I will be done the green Book with pretty soon. She means her math book, the one I … Continue reading