I Came Home From Teaching All Day to Find a Lock on My Own Pantry

The lock was silver and small and cheap, the kind you buy at any hardware store for five dollars. It was hanging from the pantry door the way a flag hangs from a pole, deliberate and public, and for a moment I just stood there in my own kitchen staring at it like a woman who had walked into the wrong house.

But there was the cracked tile by the stove continue reading …