On an alternative plane of time and space, I see myself handwashing delicate handkerchiefs inherited from my mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother. The sun shines through them where they hang, and I smile. I blend almonds and water into milk; my face erect, my movements quick and determined. I spend an afternoon easefully popping into one store and another, stocking up on meat, and produce, and coffee, exploring cheerily with energy and gusto.
I see her — that other me — through the thin veil that barely separates us and the worlds in which we move Continue reading