leave it up to Mother's Day!
Lizzie asks, "What is it about the rain, Rivka, that makes everyone so sad and sleepy?"
Your mother says something cruel to you when you’re 10 and you never forget it. Lingering in the archive of your childhood, it creeps up at every intimate turn and clogged outpour. There is a blockage and it lives in your chest. No matter how many times you try to crack it open, let it dam-like barrier seep, it doesn’t. Occasionally, it leaks out. In th…
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