I picture it happening like this: “He’s not getting any better,” Mary whispered as Martha’s hands continued to knead the dough. “Grab that pan for me,” Martha re…| Memos from the Middle
The photo albums from my teenaged years are fat with smiling faces of skinny brown girls. I remember the timidity of forced poses for mothers and aunties who wanted to capture the youthful nonchala…| Memos from the Middle