Judy Mayotte, you realize, knows worlds more than you ever will about what it means to be a survivor.
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The Things We Too Late See
Random House Boldtype short story contest winner for “The Things We Too Late See”
This bed I’ve made
She curls into a hot parenthesis against me, tiny hands and feet twitching in ballet dreams. I gather the bedclothes over a wisp of porcelain shoulder: flanneled sheets, down comforter with a sueded duvet; February, and the weight of bedding has not been altered since the winter prior.
Hitched
It is 30 June, 2012, and the moment I have spent my entire adult life actively fleeing is here, sun-gilded on sea, breeze-ruffed, anchored by boulders at the base of an ancient forest, and I have never been more at peace.