Last night, I stayed over at my sister’s place. At dawn this morning, as I lay awake in bed (my body clock is awfully messed up, so I had actually been awake since midnight), I saw my 7-year-old niece standing just at the door of the room where I slept. She was peeking in, obviously […]
Tag Archives: Hurt
There is pain in every fold, every ridge of this convoluted life. There is pain in each of us, tucked in our own folds or evident on our ridges, in the spaces between our fingers and the dark beneath our eyes. But because of our separateness, I could be in pain, tearing up inside—and yet […]
