Feb 20, 2020
The Faint Spirits: On Ghosts, Grief, and Motherhood
I do not have flesh; I only have ghosts. In this story, the dead are only what I say they are. Does this make them less real?
My relationship with my French teachers became more like the ones I had with my therapists: I desperately wanted them to like me.
From his youth until late in life he was able to “pass,” his heritage all but invisible until he mentioned his name.
She, too, often felt she would die if she went without physical contact. She worried sometimes that this meant she was becoming one of them.
