Tag Archive for: Emy

This Life, Scattered and Waiting

There’s a deck of cards on the kitchen table. Corners bent, one slightly torn, creases feathering through the paper like tiny lightning bolts. They’ve been played with—really played with—the kind of wear that only comes from laughter, groaning, last-minute rule changes, and tiny betrayals over UNO reverses. The kind of wear that matters. The big […]