During a Family Livestream, My Niece Snapped the Bracelet Off My Wrist

back to her group, who absorbed her with easy jostles and no ring lights in sight, and her laugh when it came was the same real, unpolished sound I had heard from across the street.

That night I opened a document on my laptop, a partial draft I had been working on for years and abandoning and returning to, a history of Heinrich Vonstaten’s early years.continue reading …