“When my grandmother touches my hair in my sleep, I feel like a lost child. There is never enough of her to comfort me.” — Elizabeth Rosner Copy Share Image
“When my grandmother touches my hair in my sleep, I feel like a lost child. There is never enough of her to comfort me.” — Elizabeth Rosner Copy Share Image
“I want to clean myself like the window of a house, make myself clear for things to pass through. Flat and quiet.” — Elizabeth Rosner Copy Share Image
“And still tears never feel like enough: the rinse something away, but only the surface, not whatever is underneath.” — Elizabeth Rosner Copy Share Image
