Still, there is pizza
By Soncirey Mitchell Reader Staff We ate soggy, New York-style pizza at the strip mall after burying Nana. One minute I was scattering rose petals in the rain — a cinematic expression of grief...
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Sister of Eve
By Soncirey Mitchell Reader Staff Nana made our clothes until her hands couldn’t hold the thread. She dedicated her downstairs living room to the craft: pins and needles scattered across three tables, streams of...
