Reflections On Identity

The Pain of Shared Custody

One Small Moment at a Time

Photo by Lorenz Hoffmann on Unsplash

My daughter drops off a box for me late at night when she should be asleep. Inside is a Ziploc bag of kale and another Ziploc filled with delicate Concord grapes.

“Eat the grapes,” she says. “I’ve had too many, I’m graped out. But you’ll love them.”