My Super Sister
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My Super Sister

When we were little, my father had a plastic milk crate of comic books, leftover from his childhood, which were stashed in a sliding cupboard in the dark, old paneling of the basement. Most of the comic books were about Spiderman and Batman and whoever-else-MAN, but, a few were about a dark-haired Amazon named Diana. … Continue reading

For Mothers
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For Mothers

I was posting flyers through my local neighborhood when I found a couple of Mother’s Day cards in a local store. It was a small shop, hipster-run, and the cards were locally made, and I realized that this fit most of my qualifications for a good purchase, so I bought a card and sent it … Continue reading

Morning glory
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Morning glory

There was a toddler at my house. What wonder. I arrived home from work on Tuesday, and she was there already, her hair tight-curled into a baby Afro–America’s newest Shirley Temple–star of the show. She was playing in the basement with my parents, on a cart my mother bought her. If she sits on it, … Continue reading