"About two weeks after Lisa left to check in on her father, I remember waking up and thinking that the light outside was so clear and beautiful."

"In the night, a whistle. For crying out loud. There were pages about the sea."

"In the weeks before the pandemic I put most of my energy towards my part-time job, making popsicles in Bushwick."

"When she can’t reach the shelf, she shakes her head. She is not shrinking with age. It’s that the world has collapsed around her."