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

across the keyboard. A fine line where the break had been fused back together, invisible to anyone who had not been told where to look. I looked at it often while I wrote, not as a reminder of what had been destroyed but as a demonstration of what repair actually looks like: not the erasure of damage but its honest acknowledgment, incorporated into continue reading …