my arms.
I could hear Kora in the kitchen humming something low and sweet while she washed bottles. My children had a grandmother. Her name was Kora Ellison and she flew from Cleveland every 6 weeks and never once missed a birthday.
I printed Paige’s text, filed it. Item 16, red pen dated.
By year four, the binder had 19 items. I want to be clear about continue reading …