Division of Labor: When You Crave Order and Your Family Doesn’t
“My parents had a shared language I didn’t understand, messes I couldn’t always be there to tidy.”
“And what are you here for today?” a nurse asked my mother.
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“I saw that God I’d been so determined to believe in not as an absolute, but as a construct that couldn’t take a joke.”
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“Not thinking about these things doesn’t make them go away. So, instead, I choose to look. It is staring into a dim room and letting my eyes adjust to the dark.”