What Remains?

  At twelve, I was a latch-key kid. I was supposed to be in charge of my younger siblings, but since we lived on a hobby farm I would just put them outside, let them play in the goat pen while I microwaved myself a bowl of canned creamed corn and settled into my dad’s Read More

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