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I Can Be Your Father, If You’d Like

“We’ll call her Marie Maroo if she’s a girl,” my father teased. “If it’s good enough for a boat, it’s good enough for our...

White Gold

Her skin was always so soft. Everyone noticed. It didn’t look like 95-year-old skin. We attributed this wonder to decades of Nivea cream application...

My Mother’s Eyes

The first time I realized that I look like my mother was when she was dying. She was 91, in intensive care, and her...

Aprons

After my mother’s death, my sisters and brother and I embarked on a task familiar to many adult children: clearing out our childhood home....

Me, My Father, and The Persian Rug

I was at my sister’s house and received two phone calls from my father urging me to come right away. My chest was warm...

White Hair

My mother's hair is white. Bright white, like the inside of a mussel shell, iridescent. Fine lines on a pink scalp. But only for...

Her Name Was Nina

I didn’t know this baby. I didn’t know what she looked like apart from a couple of surprisingly cute ultrasound printouts. I didn’t know...