The plate hit the sink at exactly the moment I understood that my daughter had come home from Los Angeles carrying something she had decided to carry alone. That sound, […]
When I met Brandon, I’d already been doing the single-mom thing for four years. My daughter, Lisa, was seven. Her biological father had disappeared before she turned three, and not […]
I know the value of things. Not in the philosophical way, not in the way of someone who has thought carefully about what matters and has arrived at a considered […]
My father’s wife met me at the door of the funeral home and told me the service was “for family.” Then she had the director’s assistant walk me back to […]
My daughter Nora has always been better at knowing when something is wrong than at knowing how to say so. She has had this quality since she was small, since […]
“You know why you married her.” The knife stopped halfway through the cucumber. I was standing in my daughter’s kitchen in Seoul, one hand flat on the cutting board, listening […]
Eleven months before all of this, my husband Daniel died of cancer. By the time he was gone, our savings were gone too. Cancer does that. It empties out everything, […]
The first time I sent money home I was eating ramen. Not as a metaphor. Actually eating ramen, at the kitchen counter of the studio apartment I rented in Boston’s […]
For a second, standing in that driveway with my biological father holding out the keys to a brand-new car, I wanted to embarrass him. I wanted to say something sharp […]
My thirteen-year-old son, Evan, had wanted a new bike for months. He’d point it out every time we drove past the sporting goods store on Route 9. It was in […]