My challenge was to pack enough so that Mom would believe that she’d live long enough to need clothes for warmer weather, but not so much that it seemed I didn’t believe she could go back home by the summer
Nonfiction
Life After Death
“I’d trade my masculinity for a Popsicle,” my housemate Rob said, elbows akimbo behind his head, topped with a black beanie. I was curled beside him on the futon….
Chess Pieces
Editor’s note: This issue of Cutleaf features excerpts from Vanishing Point, a hybrid memoir on handwritten postcards with original images.