The Ghosts in Our Blood
The medium sat down on the twenty-year old loveseat in my living room. She settled in like an old friend, without looking around, without working to read the weight of my eyelids, the twitch of my mouth.
...moreThe medium sat down on the twenty-year old loveseat in my living room. She settled in like an old friend, without looking around, without working to read the weight of my eyelids, the twitch of my mouth.
...moreListen to narrator Xe Sands read Rebecca K. O’Connor’s excellent Rumpus essay (and book-in-progress) “What We Lost When We Lost Barbara Jean.”
...moreRebecca K. O’Connor’s piece “When Barbara Jean Was Missing” got love from The Browser. We love you back, Browser!
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“You are the closest thing I have to a mother,” she said. My mother said this to me, her oldest daughter,
me, the only one of her four children unlikely to give her grandchildren. I am forty. I am single. I never wanted to be anyone’s mother.