To My Mother’s Older Daughter by Lisa K. Buchanan

She never announced having spent the day with you, but I always knew. Suddenly, my spaghetti spill was catastrophic; my loss of a gym sock, reckless; my impersonation of the school principal, unkind. Mom had a way of dropping a cheekbone onto the heel of a hand while she sat at the kitchen table, longContinueContinue reading “To My Mother’s Older Daughter by Lisa K. Buchanan”