Rhythm
I’m preparing my parents to move into an assisted-living apartment, and I uncover a shoebox of pediatric pacemakers in the bathtub.
There must be thirty...
Insomnia
A midnight truck shakesthe clock awake. I remembermy father opening the door
to my head, a lullaby on the pianotying this memory to kindness.These days,...
Trying to Convince Poison Control You’re a Good Parent
You try to sound calm—but not too calm.
When they ask your daughter’s weight, you sound knowledgeable,...
