By Velicia Jerus Darquenne A grandmother’s love A year ago, my grandmother had a stroke. That sentence still feels strangely inadequate for what it means. There are events that happen inside the […]
The Things We Inherit
Front Seat
by Suzannah Gilman My mother’s mother lies on this bed. She sways her head and mumbles, eyes blank as buttons. I hold her hand, recite The Lord’s Prayer, which she taught […]
