As I would soon learn myself, cleaning up what a parent leaves behind stirs up dust, both literal and metaphorical. It dredges up memories. You feel like you’re a kid again, poking around in your...
—Roz Chast
I gave up on ever trying to get ‘my way.’ I barely knew it existed.
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