The reflection in the yellow mirror

Mom bought this mirror for me as a surprise the year she and I lived together after her third divorce. It hung over the couch, and I never quite trusted that it wouldn’t leap from the wall and squash me flat one night while we were watching Ghost Hunters. It’s heavy, awkward, and matches nothing any sane person would decorate their living room with. So of course it fit right in at our place.

It’s a few years later, now, and the mirror’s made the journey with me from St. Louis to Buffalo to Ham...