It Was an Ugly Couch Anyway: And Other Thoughts on Moving Forward

by Elizabeth Passarella

If the wildness and brokenness of the past few years have taught me anything, it is that whatever you think is solid in this world will shift,

wonder if it was enough for her to remember that this woman raised the man she loved. It’s so obvious, and yet we forget. We can’t have one without the other.

When I am lost, I don’t have to remember the way home. I don’t have to get the message right. Because he is out on the crowded sidewalk, looking for me.