The apartments Clara lived in weren’t anything special. Inexpensive, boxy, and scattered across town like checkers on a forgotten board. But they were home. Growing up, there were always kids running around the complex..riding bikes, chasing ice cream trucks, playing… Continue reading

Clara did something magical. Not the wand-waving, spellbook kind of magic but the kind that lives in the in-between moments. The kind that only children and old women know how to hold without breaking it. Her apartment was a quiet… Continue reading

By the time I was in second grade, I had started to sense that I didn’t quite fit. There was already a quiet understanding growing in me…something unspoken, but real. I knew I was adopted, at least in the way… Continue reading