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I wonder if this conjuring of my grandmother is what you experience throughout Giving Up the Ghost: A Daughter’s Memoir — if we create the image and persona of those who are not present because our establishing of their voices allows us to analyze a part of us we are otherwise unwilling to confront (i.e., an unwillingness to move on and heal). 

A Helping Hand It’s winter and my mom’s standing in the kitchen of my moldy flat in the outskirts of Greater London, chopping Romano...

Romanticism I pretend my mother is not sick but resting. If you guys are feeling anxious just pray, she texts on the family WhatsApp and sends us a...

Oxygen Thief Years later, when I heard the details of my father’s death, I imagined a different ending: instead of trying to exit the truck...

My Mother as Anticlea, Upon Forgetting I will have traveled all this way only to have you forget   my name, to stand on something like a threshold...

Venus My daughter-never-born is throwing snow. She’s dropping crystals from clouds of sulfuric acid. They glisten like knives, swirl in the solar winds. Each flake hovers   over the ground before...