“I could share her when she was alive. When she was alive, her presence was endless, time with her was endless, time was endless.
From “The Seals” by Lydia Davis
“I did not go over for the funeral. I had good reasons, to me they seemed good, anyway, having to do with our old mother, and the shock of it, and how far away it was, across the ocean. Really,
From Can’t and Won’t by Lydia Davis
I came across this: “The Child” She is bending over her child. She can’t leave her. The child is laid out in state on a stable. She wants to take one more photograph of the child, probably the