Have Fun Storming the Castle
The golden box was maybe a foot on each side. Definitely smaller than a breadbox. Way too small to contain my dad.
death
The Crying Tub
Wednesday afternoon I was sitting at the stoplight near Lorelei’s school when my phone rang.
My mother’s number came up on the caller ID. My family is, as a collective, not phone people. Once you get us on the phone we can get sucked into a conversation and spend an evening chatting. But in general, we will always choose text or email. It’s completely normal for me to go weeks, even months, without talking on the phone to my sister or parents.