Staying Home

June 13, 2014  :: 0 comments

“I dream about you a lot these days,” I say to my dad. “And for some reason I show you up in your dreams,” he responds, laughing. It doesn’t feel like I’m dreaming. His voice is clear. The wisps of his grey hair are fine and crisp. I see the individual strands layered on top of each other. I always …

Because of You

March 21, 2014  :: 0 comments

Making a big entrance, Uncle Tutti arrived late at my high school graduation party, like a Hollywood star. He wore a smart black suit, buttoned near the collar and black and white Domino shoes. “My godson,” said Uncle Tutti, pinching my cheek with the thick fingers of one hand and slyly handing me an envelope with the other. “Now, I’m …

Separation

January 3, 2014  :: 0 comments

“Why did we separate?” my son Theo asks. He’s seven years old. “We’re not separated now, right? I’m with you tonight,” I say. “’Today is Monday and l will see you Wednesday, and Friday too.” We’re drawing; we always talk when we draw. I can never get him to talk if I just ask him questions directly. I bought us …