At 6:00 A.M., My Mother Learned Whose House She Lived In

my grandmother died. One angel had a chipped nose. My mother turned that one toward the shrubs so no one would see.

She loved appearances more than comfort.

That house taught me that early.

The carpet was white for a while, because white carpet looked elegant in magazines. We weren’t allowed juice in the living room. We weren’t allowed to sit on the formal continue reading …