My mother used to tell me that my father was an angel. I thought she was crazy until I saw him myself
Part 1 I don’t remember my mother ever being sane. From the day I was born, the house made a sound like something fraying—fabric tugged thread by thread until only strings were left. The curtains were tattered and never washed. The TV was always on, a carousel of tinny hymns and stern men pointing at … Read more