Cousins

I had a wonderful summer, filled with adventure and travel and family. Saying goodbye and going away tears at some unknown nerve inside me. It's supposed to get easier, I think to myself, and know immediately I am completely wrong. I miss my cousins.

William pointing out a mosquito bite.

Thug life?

Shirt buddies

Amelia. One of the last things we did together was make rice krispie treats (because she insists I'm the best cousin for the job) and fix each others hair. That is what I will remember, when everything else fades away in the shuffle of all things ordinary: someone out there thinks I'm necessary to make things right.