Today I sign the lease on my first house. It’s the biggest place I’ve lived since I was a kid. My sister is in Maine visiting Mom and offers to drive down to help paint. I spend the day before pulling nails out of the walls. Sixty years of them. Very soon I realize this … Continue reading But The Living Room Light Doesn’t Work
Neither of us sees another way off the roof. Once we’re in my room, my sister closes the door. I start pacing. This is bad. This is bad. This is bad. Be quiet, she snaps. I don’t know what else to do so I put Journey in Satchidinanda on the record player and sit on … Continue reading Neither of us wants to go in.
Freshwater just wants to fit in. And in many ways, he does. But at five years old, something weird starts to happen, and his childhood becomes a puzzle he’ll spend the rest of his life putting together.