Some stories don’t come together until the very end, with a single moment that connects the dots and somehow makes some sense out of a situation that until then made no sense at all. That’s how it was with one of my favorite stories about my mother.
Some stories don’t come together until the very end, with a single moment that connects the dots and somehow makes some sense out of a situation that until then made no sense at all. That’s how it was with one of my favorite stories about my mother.