Comics

She tried to visualize all those photographs from art school that now pop up as Facebook memories. They had been friends for half of their lives now. How could she have forgotten something so obvious?

Something about Sabrina always stayed wild.

Hammers, check. Wrenches, check. Screwdrivers, check.

Even before her Alzheimer’s, my mother could only remember punchlines, no idea the rest of the joke.

Things have been changing lately. First, a new century. Then your dad moved out.

When she was pregnant with me, my mother said she could see her future like a train, coming to run her down.