March 2015
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Not them, then.


It’s a basic examining room, a small rectangular space containing too much stainless steel and plastic. It smells of antiseptic and new vinyl, not an altogether unpleasant combination. There are two doors, set on either end of the room, one for the patient and one for the doctor. The patient door is solid, …Not them, then.

    Badly lit by Reno neon


    I am standing in the back yard, minding my own business, when Kallan sidles up to me. She rests her chin on my shoulder. “Hi, Mom. I’m just being casual.” She presses herself closer, gouging her chin down and into my clavicle. As I cringe away from this small assault, she wraps her …Badly lit by Reno neon

    Fog of innocence


    Kallan strides into the room and walks to where I am reclined on the bed, reading a book. She reaches to brush a finger along my cheek. “How are you feeling, Mom?”

    Without looking up from my book, I say, “No, you may not make cookies.”

    Her fingers gather the hair at my …Fog of innocence

    It’s kind of my thing …


    Maj is up in her room, where I have sent her to think about things. I give her ten minutes or so, and then head up after her.

    “Alright, Maj. We have had this conversation before.”

    “The one about how I overreact? I DO NOT OVERREACT.”

    “So the reason for this recent bout …It’s kind of my thing …

    Knot a problem


    Kallan has just gotten home from school, and she is sitting in the kitchen rolling a slightly larger than golf-ball-sized rubber ball across the counter. It’s weirdly multicolored, this ball, and misshapen; she picks it up and squeezes it in her hands, trying to make it round. She rolls the ball again, and …Knot a problem