—Stephanie Young
I was going to call this The
Calamity of Family, but I’ve
not got one. Calamity, that
is. I’ve 3 remaining immediate
family members: my mom, a
sister and a brother. Dad and
Gary are gone. Do we just defy
death each day? I wish I could
say that I was anxiety-free. I
put two toilet paper tubes up
to my eyes for the long view.
The mid-view? I’m out of paper
towels. No projectile vomiting
in nearly a year. Isn’t that dear?
