“It hadn’t felt necessary to learn more about my mother outside of her existence on the periphery of my life. She cleaned our clothes and bought us groceries. Made our meals, mopped and dusted, trimmed the tree. My father was the one I’d admired. He was the one I’d wanted to be like.”

“It hadn’t felt necessary to learn more about my mother outside of her existence on the periphery of my life. She cleaned our clothes and bought us groceries. Made our meals, mopped and dusted, trimmed the tree. My father was the one I’d admired. He was the one I’d wanted to be like.”

— Kristen Arnett