By Erin Walker
I heard of your passing yesterday
I was busy drawing a bath with lavender scented bubbles
The bubbles were supposed to remind me of being a kid
Of turning wrinkly with my sister well before our time
Of Jewish girls making Santa Claus beards
Of my parents house before they sold it
Of picking neighbors flowers only to have to return them a day later to their mourning feet
I was busy drawing a bath with bubbles when I stopped to look at my phone
Such an insistent companion
Lately it has been especially good at reporting bad news
I wanted to disappear beneath the foam Continue Reading…