A change in title.
inspired by Maya Stein and the Wild Writing Group I wouldn’t have guessed that I’d end up living in France, though the obsession with croissants, Madeline the book character, and appreciation for social health care could have given it away.
My dad loved Motown. David enjoyed classic pop rock. Dad and I used to dance in the living room, he would be singing, I would be trying to find my rhythm, or borrow his by standing on his feet. David once showed me how he danced. It looked more like
The neighborhood kids biked back and forth up and down our small street. Bounded by invincible lines-my driveway and the lamp post where the road curves back to the main street. Boundary lines probably drawn by their parents. Boundary lines dutifully followed. A brother and younger sister. They were practicing
My older brother started law school when he was 39. After studying computer programming. After giving everything up to take care of my dad while he had cancer. He’s lit up in a way I haven’t seen in years. My younger brother started PA school when he was
