One early spring morning when I was five years old, I heard the sounds of young chicks in a neighbor’s tree. A hungry, incessant cheeping. I could see the underside of the nest from the base of the tree where …
She could feel the sting of the rubbing alcohol, but she had done this so many times she no longer winced. Naomi continued to dab her scalp with cotton swabs where the missing hanks of her hair exposed raw, traumatized …