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

light was doing what it always did in early spring in Boston, arriving at a low angle that made everything slightly brighter and sharper than it would be in an hour. The skyline was familiar and ordinary and entirely indifferent to her, which she had come to find comforting rather than lonely.

“I think I am myself,” she said. “More than I was before.continue reading …