The latest issue of the adorable little literary magazine, 5x5, has arrived at my doorstep. The spring issue's theme is "secrets" and my nonfiction piece, "Multiplying Fractions" is included.
“You don’t know this,” I read in one of my father’s infrequent emails, “but you have a brother.”
Brother. My mom has three brothers. My husband has two brothers. Not me. I’m an only child. The only child of divorced parents, raised by my mother. Except I’m not a child anymore.If I had a paper bag—one of those old school lunch bags—I would have breathed into it. Pumped the air in and out, letting my own carbon dioxide reenter my lungs.