My Mother Smiled While My Sister Gave Away My Home, Until I Reminded Them Whose Name Was on It

clipped to the statements, carried my mother’s signature. Version after version of my mother’s signature. And every single one of them looked identical. Not similar. Identical. The way a signature looks when the same hand has produced all of them by copying a model, rather than the natural variation you get when a real person signs the same word on continue reading …