I bought a mirror at an estate sale for $25. An old house on Birch Lane. The woman who lived there died at 89. No children. I was hanging it in the hallway when the backing slipped. Behind the glass, a photograph. Black and white. A young woman holding a baby. 1967, written in pencil on the back. I looked at the woman’s face. My daughter came downstairs. She stopped on the third step. Looked at the photo…
I paid twenty-five dollars for that mirror. I figured the worst that could happen was it’d look ugly in my hallway. I was up on a step stool with a …
I bought a mirror at an estate sale for $25. An old house on Birch Lane. The woman who lived there died at 89. No children. I was hanging it in the hallway when the backing slipped. Behind the glass, a photograph. Black and white. A young woman holding a baby. 1967, written in pencil on the back. I looked at the woman’s face. My daughter came downstairs. She stopped on the third step. Looked at the photo… Read More