Living at home, I yearned to be on my own away from the confounds of my parents and curfew and the word "no." Now, being twenty-two, a college graduate, working full time, I long for my mother's voice. I just want to wrap myself around her and never let go.
Sweetness. The American Eskimo puppy my dad gave my mom after she had me. She swallowed a piece of glass in a trash can and died. I was four.
Tiny plastic swords in my drink. Little red drinking glasses.
Lime green kitchen cabinets. Red faux brick linoleum. Grandma Kitchen's costume jewelry. Dressing up in pageant dresses with my cousins.
Holding my baby sister.
Saving her from drowning in the lake.
Her little blue and white gingham dress.
She looked like Dorothy.
There is no one like her//