Violetta’s family had a long history. Yes, they were immigrants. Yes, they were Italian. Yes, those two things combined to make the family’s history long, rich, and sacred, passed down from generation to generation. But that was only part of the story. The rest of the story was that almost everyone in Violetta’s family lived… Continue reading Day 124: Longevity
Violetta answered the phone cheerfully, anticipating a pleasant conversation with her enthusiastic niece. Her niece was effervescent, certainly, but she was visiting other members of the family Violetta hadn’t seen or spoken to in years. “Do you want to say hello? I’ll pass you around,” her niece suggested. “I’d like to say hello,” Violetta decided.… Continue reading Day 82: Matriarchs Meet
The adrenaline rush that comes from opening your eyes, slowly, naturally- before realizing the alarm never went off and you’re an hour late for your life- is like restarting your heart. Everything is frantic, quick and sharp and panicked. The sheets feel confining, picking clothes is overwhelming, breakfast becomes optional. You’re running a hand through… Continue reading Day 69: Frantic
It was warm, and the warmth was like a revelation from God. It wasn’t spring yet, but this was the first day it felt like the world was thawing. She smiled as the wind snagged her hair, throwing her arms back and grinning at the sky like an old friend.
The sweater is soft and warm and brown, but that is not what fascinates the girl wearing it. It’s not the cashmere, a hug in shirt form. It’s not the perfect length of the sleeves, or the way the seams line up with her shoulders. It’s the tiny, shark-tooth shaped gap on the left cuff. The… Continue reading Day 62: Hole
She likes that feeling she gets when the world- or just someone- stops and listens. Like her voice matters, like she’s said something important, like somebody cares. Maybe words are simply changes in air pressure, but knowing someone has heard them has a weight- a reassurance, an affirmation of existence.
The air, the old wives say Fresh, clean air. It helps the children to run around. It has health benefits. She’s never really bought into that. Her pursuits are all better suited to the space between the covers of a book than to the spaces that stretch from horizon to horizon- where the dome of… Continue reading Day 59: Air