I Went to Visit My Sister After She Gave Birth Until I Heard My Husband and Mother Talking About Me

The baby blanket was soft blue, the color of early morning sky before the sun fully commits to the day. Rachel had spent an afternoon choosing it, standing in a small shop on Charles Street while the owner described the weight of the yarn, how it would wash well, how babies tended to hold onto certain textures like a kind of language. She had felt,continue reading …