A friend picked up painting canvases from a local paint store and dropped them to our house. We didn’t get close to one another, and the interaction was awkwardly distanced as we waltzed around her car. “Let’s have the kids get together on Facetime tomorrow. They can paint together, and it will give them some …
She stood in line ahead of me at the coffee shop, her hair in a bun. The butterfly tattoo on the back of her neck was blue and gray and pink. A thin, pink seam broke the butterfly in half, a dotted scar years healed. I mentally drafted up this dramatic backstory about how she …
“What are you reading?” “A book about writing,” I said, showing her the cover. “A book about writing … you know, I’d like to write a book.” She put the coffee carafe down on the edge of the breakfast table. “I have seen a lot of things, and I think my kids need to know …
